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    Hururuk.

    Flames began to rise from Richard’s greatsword.

    “That damn flame!”

    Satanael’s voice was filled with irritation as he watched the scene.

    The flames he had seen before were the result of a new mana-breathing technique that Geomseong had created to deal with the Night’s Regiment.

    Even for those who were capable of regenerating wounds, the wounds inflicted by the flame-covered sword could not be easily healed.

    Of course, that only worked for ordinary dark elves, and it had no effect on Satanael.

    Only the Black Sword could use flames that would leave scars on him.

    “This time, I won’t give you a scar, but I’ll take your life.”

    As soon as he finished speaking, Richard rushed towards Satanael.

    Kang!

    “You’re still not as bright as your master!”

    “You seem weaker than before?”

    The sound that echoes is too dull to be the sound of nails clashing with a sword.

    But unlike the sound, the power contained within it was so strong that it could be felt shaking and the ground rumbling in the surrounding area.

    Phew!

    The greatsword was originally a weapon created to deal with knights.

    Plate armor, commonly called full-body armor, cannot be pierced by ordinary swords or spears, so greatswords that can act as blunt weapons emerged.

    Such greatswords certainly had the advantage of being able to strike from a long range and with powerful blows, but their weight and thickness also made them vulnerable to digging opponents.

    “Tsk, you’re still ignorant of one thing!”

    However, it was difficult for even Satanael to dig into Richard’s body as he swung the greatsword as if it were a light stick.

    ‘Back then, he was just a strong kid, but he became this strong in just a few years?’

    Satanael, who was avoiding the great sword and waiting for an opening, was slightly surprised at the sight of Richard, who had become stronger than expected.

    The humans he thought of were a typical inferior race that was numerous but extremely weak.

    A race with many shortcomings, including a very weak body and a very short lifespan compared to other races.

    But strangely enough, among those people, there are occasionally some who are incomprehensible.

    The same was true of the human named Geomseong, who had lived for a very short time compared to his own, who had lived for hundreds of years, but had even threatened his life.

    And the Richard in front of him now was clearly a piece of trash that wasn’t even worth dealing with just a few years ago.

    Before I knew it, I had grown to the point where I could stand toe to toe with him.

    ‘This is why I hate humans!’

    Since humans were beings who could do things that were incomprehensible to his common sense, Satanael was always on guard while ignoring them.

    Maybe that’s why I’m even more obsessed with blue flowers.

    To erase the anxiety about humans.

    “Try blocking this too!”

    Satanael, who had been avoiding Richard’s attacks for a while, suddenly took a stance and rushed at him.

    At the same time, he stretched out both arms and aimed them at the greatsword Richard was swinging.

    Crunch!

    Satanael’s two arms swinging out as if it were a given.

    But two new arms sprouted from each of Satanael’s shoulder blades and flew towards Richard.

    An attack that only Satanael can display, with his incredible regenerative powers and the ability to freely control the transformation of his body.

    however,

    “Hoo… .”

    Richard took up his horsemanship in an upright posture, bringing his extended greatsword back to his chest.

    An action that at first glance seems useless when there is not enough time to defend yourself.

    But this was an important process.

    -Among the sword techniques used by Eastern warriors, there is one called the baltosul.

    For a split second, Richard remembered what his master, Geomseong, had said.

    -Isn’t it faster to just swing it than to draw it from its scabbard? You’re right.

    The swordsmanship that Geomseong spoke of was truly strange.

    Putting the sword in its scabbard and swinging it quickly.

    Richard thought it was a very inefficient action, and the swordsman replied that it was also an inefficient action.

    ‘But by doing that pointless action, they actually manage to cut faster than if they just swung.’

    Geomseong said that not only in swordsmanship, but in everything in the world, there are things that cannot be understood rationally at first glance.

    And it taught Richard that people can be more powerful than they are when they are confined by such constraints.

    So, even at the moment when Satanael’s irregular attack was approaching, Richard took up the scepter and countered the attack.

    Swish!

    Satanael’s arms were cut off again with a rustling sound.

    “Ugh!”

    Of course, it wasn’t a fatal wound since it was already being regenerated, but Satanael was clearly flustered after his surprise attack, which he was quite confident in, was blocked.

    “Is that all you have talent for?”

    Richard, more than anyone else, was aware of the dangers of handling a weapon like a greatsword when the gap was too close or the attack missed.

    The technique he created from the teachings of his master, Geomseong, is called ‘Youngsik’.

    After assuming the most basic posture, the jisushiki, he proceeds to the next movement, which is too simple to be called a technique. He repeated this movement without fail every single day since his master died, until his hands would shake so much that they would not move.

    As a result, he could move his greatsword faster than the swords of ordinary knights.

    The name Yeong-sik was given because his appearance was so natural and fast that it seemed as if he was not moving.

    “You cocky human!!!”

    Of course, Richard’s opponent, Satanael, was not an easy enemy.

    He was furious that his attacks were blocked, so he started to rush forward with even more arms pulled out.

    Even for Richard, who could use the English alphabet, it was dangerous to have dozens of arms running and attacking.

    ‘You made me look like this!’

    Satanael can freely transform and control his body, but he is reluctant to use it.

    First of all, you can defeat most enemies without having to transform.

    More than anything, it was because I hated the way my body transformed, making me look like a monster.

    “You worm-like human! Give up on dying gracefully!!!”

    Satanael’s attack, which even involved the physical transformation he hated so much, was certainly fierce.

    Richard was busy blocking attacks coming from all directions, even from square corners.

    It is at least possible to defend yourself by using the spirit form, but if it were the old Richard, his whole body would have been pierced and he would have died already.

    ‘Patience, now you have to endure and persevere.’

    Richard carefully defended each and every attack without getting impatient, only catching his rapid breathing through defense.

    Even Satanael, with his outstanding regenerative abilities, was unable to sustain such a relentless attack for long.

    There will definitely be a brief pause to catch your breath.

    For that time, I had to wait patiently.

    ***

    Hururuk.

    “Keuk… You’re not human… How can you do magic like this… Yes, you’re a witch. You’re the witch of fire… .”

    Crunch.

    Dread’s body, which had already been engulfed in flames and was reduced to black ash, was kicked and turned to ash, scattering in the wind.

    “How rude, he’s a hero.”

    The person who defeated Dread was none other than Xenia.

    Dread was no match for her, as her magical skills had improved even further through repeated battles in the Allied Forces.

    Pot!

    Xenia lifts her staff and lets the wind blow away the remaining ash.

    She was greatly offended by the word witch that Dread had said just before he died.

    ‘Red hair? Tch, how unlucky!’

    ‘I’m sure I’m cursed, so I must have survived by borrowing the lives of my parents.’

    ‘Why does that little child have such eyes? It makes me feel bad.’

    Xenia, who lost her parents in an accident when she was young and grew up in her uncle’s house, hated the word ‘witch’ so much.

    She hated the villagers who gossiped about her red hair, and she hated her uncle’s family who beat her, calling her a bitch who ate her parents.

    So at one time I even thought about taking revenge on them all, but not anymore.

    ‘Because I’m the main character in a fairy tale.’

    Looking at the books Rupert had drawn, he realized that he was a special person and that all the misfortunes he was going through were trials prepared for a happy ending.

    So I was able to forgive everyone.

    So Xenia wanted to be a hero.

    ‘Because he is watching.’

    Xenia thought that Rupert, who had given her hope when she was in the dark, would be surprised if he saw her now.

    The thought that Rupert was watching filled Xenia with new motivation.

    “I’ll help you!”

    Now, the others were all fighting against seemingly strong enemies, and among them, Richard was fighting fiercely against the enemy leader, Satanael.

    Xenia noticed that Satanael, who had changed bizarrely, was attacking with dozens of hands, and that Richard was barely able to block them.

    Thinking that it would be a great help to Richard if she joined him after dealing with Dread early, Xenia prepared her vision magic by using calculation magic and thought acceleration magic again.

    ‘What? I feel like I have more free time now.’

    As she prepared her magic, Xenia felt that she had more freedom of thought than usual.

    Up until now, even if you raised your cognitive powers to the limit, you were only able to control dozens of flame streams.

    Now I’m sure I can use a lot more flame streams than that.

    Wiggle.

    And although she herself may not have noticed, Xenia’s body was once again experiencing rapid growth.

    Her red hair had grown to her waist, and her body had developed curves that could fit tightly into the robe she was wearing.

    Xenia’s body was changing into an optimal state to use magic according to her master’s request.

    And Rupert was watching the scene through the office window of the mansion.

    “The Witch of Red Flames… .”

    It was only when Rupert saw her distinctive appearance that he realized who Xenia was.

    A strange sense of foreboding that I had from the first time I saw it.

    I hadn’t noticed it until now, but Xenia’s appearance, which had now completed rapid growth, resembled Ignisia, the witch of red flames, who appeared as the main villain in the original work.

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