episode_0739

Arthur broke out in a cold sweat as he watched Frey smiling with interest.

He shouted confidently, but what should we do from now on? In objective terms, they are superior.

There’s no hope if you just hit it head on.

What you should aim for is surprise.

A strategy that Frey Kent could never have imagined from me.

Up until now, I’ve mainly used swordsmanship and magic as my weapon. Since everyone around me likes to use their bodies, I naturally became like that too.

Even when sparring with Frey Kent, I always used magic as a secondary element.

But this time it will be different. Magic will be as important as or more important than swords.

When I think about it now, I was really arrogant. If you have mediocre talent, you should use everything you can right away. How can you choose between better and lesser talents?

“Then shall we begin, Prince?”

“I’ll press down on your arrogant nose.”

“Haha. Yeah. I’m looking forward to it.”

A colorless sword dyes everything it touches colorless.

Arthur took a step back at the sight of him and carved words on his sword.

The biggest problem with using magic and swords together is concentration.

Engaging in close combat with a master like Frey is like walking on a blade’s edge.

How easy would it be to handle magic while feeling the pressure of not being able to turn back once you make a mistake?

That’s why I’ve always considered magic to be just a tool for assistance.

Because that was the best I could do.

But now that I’ve decided to use everything I can, instead of making excuses, I try to find a way.

Fortunately, I had access to experts who could help me with these concerns.

‘It’s hard to wield a sword and wield magic at the same time? Indeed. That could be the case.’

Erginus, who heard Arthur’s story, seemed to not quite understand, but nodded his head in sympathy.

‘The solution is simple: just don’t do both.’

‘Can you explain it to me so I can understand?’

‘Magical tools are also an extension of magic. If you invest enough money, they can show better performance than the magic you perform yourself.’

Ultimately, we need to become human beings who can handle both freely, but we cannot get there right now.

So I’ll compromise.

If I have to be fake to win today, I’ll gladly do it.

The sorrow of defeat would be greater than the humiliation of being a fake!

“Wind. Embrace the sword.”

The moment the sword, which had been engraved with magic in advance, swept through the gentle wind, Frey reached Arthur.

The colorless aura and the wind collided, and the aura that had been stealing color from the sword scattered.

“Wow?”

Frey expressed his sincere admiration and his aura softened.

It doesn’t seem like it destroyed the magic for a moment, but rather just increased control over the aura.

I’ve felt it deep down so far, but you really are a monstrous talent.

“Wow.”

Arthur blocked the continuous barrage of sword strikes with the Sword of Wind. Each time, the aura scattered and then gathered again, repeating the cycle.

“It’s fun.”

Frey Kent still looks down on me.

We have to settle the score before we get serious.

As Arthur took one of the jewels out of his bosom and crushed it, a hand reached out from Frey’s shadow and grabbed her ankle.

A magic close to a curse that uses dark magic. Since it ultimately uses the opponent’s shadow, Frey Kent should be able to deal with it without difficulty.

It doesn’t matter. It won’t last long anyway.

“What is this?”

While Frey avoided the shadow’s hand by simply moving, Arthur activated the scroll hanging from his wrist.

Then, water gushed out from Arthur and filled the floor of the arena.

Frey tilted his head, looking like a wet rat, not knowing what was going on, on the calm, rippling water.

“You weren’t trying to attack me?”

“Of course not. You wouldn’t be hurt by something like this.”

“Then?”

“Let’s die together.”

Finally, the moment Arthur grabbed his necklace and ripped it off, the monster sealed inside it revealed itself.

“…ah.”

The moment a bird with pointed feathers cries, an electric current spreads through the water.

No matter how fast Frey’s reaction speed is, it can’t be faster than lightning.

She could cut lightning striking from the sky, but how could she cut through the electricity flowing through water at such close range?

“Ultimate. Extreme.”

Frey jumped up as soon as she felt the electric shock, but her muscles, frozen by the electricity, did not follow her master’s commands properly.

The height is low. If this is the case, the prince can block the sword I swing.

“Come down.”

Frey’s reflection in the water reaches out to the real Frey, jealous. Frey instinctively tries to swing his sword, but realizes too late that he shouldn’t do that.

Because the fake arm made of water was wrapped in a tingling electricity.

“This is a battlefield prepared for you.”

Arthur wasn’t completely immune to electricity.

If they brought equipment with the function of electric immunity, it was obvious that their strategy would be discovered.

The only thing holding him back now is a roundabout way.

So this battle is a fight against time.

Will you be able to hold on and win on a battlefield where you have a slight advantage?

Will it eventually collapse without being able to be knocked down?

“I hope you’ll accept it happily.”

Arthur thought about the following as he watched the arm reaching out towards Frey.

Even Frey Kentra cannot escape from the void.

She will fall down and be caught in the current.

By striking while the muscles are paralyzed and unable to move properly.

“I hate it.”

Arthur looked up at the soft voice.

The aura that had been disturbed by countless winds regained its original form.

Frey, who took a strangely stable posture despite being in the air.

Eyes full of energy, as if they were holding something delicious right before their eyes.

“What I’m getting into isn’t fun.”

A colorless sword cuts through the world.

The black sword that was thrust straight forward, rejecting everything that tried to interfere with it, cut its false self in half, split the water that had been filled with itself in half along with the earth, and even defeated the monster that was spewing electricity.

If the swordsman who predicted this and rose up in advance had not swung his sword on the opposite side, the audience would have probably met the same ending.

“Prince.”

Frey, who landed on top of the sword that cut through the ground and was sucked into the water, stretched once and asked Arthur a question with only pure curiosity.

“Is this the end?”

Arthur felt resentment rising inside him.

Is this the end? Ha! Damn it! Do you think that what I’ve prepared just now is worth a few pennies?

That lightning-spitting monster is a difficult one to capture because it uses special electricity, and its shadow-manipulating magic is also a high-level magic, and this wind-engraved sword alone is something that you have to throw several silver coins at!

Even though I knew it was an excessive expense to devote to this one fight, I gave it my all and left nothing behind just to beat you once!

But what? Is this the end!?

“Come.”

Now, of all the things I’ve prepared, the only thing that’s intact is my body, but I’ll play with it until it’s destroyed.

Even if defeat is certain.

“Okay. I’ll go.”

*

‘It was dangerous, wasn’t it?’

My grandfather and I, who were watching the fight between Frey and Arthur, had the same opinion.

‘If only the prince had prepared a little more, he would have won.’

Arthur prepared the best strategy and pushed Frey into a corner.

It’s hard to tell because she looks so relaxed as she snickers and swings her sword, but that’s because Frey is a crazy bitch who’s happy about a precarious situation, and in reality, she was in quite a precarious situation.

The lightning of the brain is special. It paralyzes the body regardless of the strength of the body. Even Freyra would have lost most of her freedom of movement the moment she was struck.

Plus the curse carved into her shadow was great.

The shadow and the body are connected. Even if you avoid the shadow’s grasp, it’s inevitable that your movements will be hindered.

Given these two constraints, it must have been difficult for Frey to deal with Arthur’s sword that scattered the auras.

Frey is dirty strong, but it’s only a brain muscle test.

There is no other way than to endure the trap since organic response is impossible, and although Arthur is weaker than Frey, he is not so sloppy as to just sit back and watch the situation.

To be honest, I thought Arthur won until the middle. The problem is that Arthur himself thought so too.

At that last moment, if he had moved himself instead of the shadow reflected on the water, if he had been prepared to take the risk, Arthur would have won.

Arthur’s sword imitating others is infinitely close to the real thing.

Even Frey’s sword could have been used to offset it to some extent.

Then Frey will land back in the water and that’s the end of it.

But instead of moving himself, Arthur left it to his shadow and took a step back.

It was a safe choice, and I can understand Frey’s intention of not allowing the variables to be created, but I can’t deny that he lost because of that choice.

On the contrary, Frey took a gamble in that brief moment, doing the best he could without thinking about the aftermath, and blew everything Arthur had prepared.

‘But you can still tease me and call me a coward.’

‘That’s enough for me.’

If he comes back depressed and trudging, I’ll make him look like a defeated man even after doing something cowardly.

Hehe. Hehehe. This will be fun. I was giggling while thinking about the things I’d tease him about in the future when Frey called out to me.

“Lucy!”

I laughed in vain as I watched Frey waving his hand after knocking down Arthur.

“I’ll make it sloppy!”

I can never lose to that guy. I will win no matter what. Definitely.