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A scene from several years ago flashed before Aquila's eyes.
'Clean it all up by this evening. If you don't, there will be no morning tomorrow.'
'Captain, this guy is so dirty. Should we just plunder the next ship and then throw him into the sea?'
'Then before you throw it away, can I take you out for a night? I think it would be fun to have a half-and-half relationship with a guy.'
He gritted his teeth and swung the magic sword 'Typhoon'.
“How dare you call me a slave!”
Typhoon was a magical sword with a long blade that vibrated like wind from a handle made of a strange material that could be either bone or metal.
“Typhoon! Sweep away my enemies!”
As he breathed mana into it, the wind blade lengthened and struck Valencianus like a whip.
Wheein! Wheein!
Although there were large and small stone pillars standing here and there, they were cut like vegetables on a chopping board in front of the transparent wind whip.
Kwajijijik!
Crispy!
Three stone pillars collapsed at the same time, sending up debris and rubble flying in all directions, and the mangnanim archer flew forward in a desperate manner.
But a bitter smile appeared on Valencian's lips.
'They must have been servants on ships. Yes. Among those who crawled up from the bottom, there are those who can't forget what they were through back then and continue to be obsessed with dignity, fame, and wealth.'
Wheeing!
The wind blade vibrated at high speed and aimed for his neck.
'Without even realizing that you've already got what you want.'
Percussion!
He jumped back to dodge, and the wind blade cut a long line across his shoulder.
Choaaaak!
The white uniform was torn in long slits, and red blood dripped down.
“!”
Valencian landed slightly unsteadily in the air, gritting his teeth in anger and shouting:
“How dare you, a lowly slave, hurt me, the Emperor! This sin cannot be repaid even with your life!”
He personally hated lying, but apart from that, he didn't attach much significance to the words that came out of his mouth.
He knew what diplomatic rhetoric was, and he was a man who said what he had to say, not what he wanted to say.
And what he had to say now was something that would make Aquila roll her eyes.
“I will make sure you walk on the plank!”
Aquila charged forward with her dark, glaring eyes.
Swish!
The magic sword 'Storm', which had returned to its original length, was in his right hand, and the dagger 'Black Scale', which had just been pulled out from his waist, was in his left hand.
The black scales were a thick, diamond-shaped dagger with a sharp, awl-like point.
It had the power to control the water at the point of contact, which was very advantageous in battles on board.
This was because with just one stab, all the blood in the opponent's body could be drained.
'Come.'
Valencian raised his weapon and fired a stream of flame straight ahead.
Kwaaaaah-!
Bright yellow flames shot out in a wide fan shape.
Cheeeeek!
The collective moisture boiled and turned into steam, various seaweeds turned to ash, steam rose from puddles of water all over the floor, and all the oxygen in the area burned away, creating a vacuum in an instant.
It was a blow enough to roast Aquila's body to the bone.
However, the Pirate King was not at all flustered and once again blew mana into the typhoon.
Woohoo!
The white mana light bloomed intensely, the days of the typhoon grew longer like a whip, and the typhoon split the flames in half.
Saaaaah-!
The overwhelming flames dispersed like a sea divided before the prophet's staff.
It was a one-sided compatibility that existed between wind magic and fire magic since the time when heaven and earth were divided.
“That was foolish, Your Highness!”
Aquila walked proudly down the road.
“You dare-.”
thud.
Valencian took a step back, banging his back against the wall with a look of defeat on his face.
“Pay the price for your arrogance and trust in your bloodline.”
Aquila charged, holding a dagger and black scales.
Valencian tried to block it by swinging his black tower, but Aquila used his typhoon to knock the tower back and crush it.
Chaenggang, and squeak!
“I haven’t killed a Dragon Blood Royal Family member yet.”
He smiled and raised his black scales.
“Try asking for my life.”
He loved hearing that.
At that moment, when the other person's life depended on my will, I felt like a god and was able to completely forget the humiliation of the past.
“Whew!”
Valencian spat in Aquila's face.
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“……Yeah. That’s too bad.”
Aquila slashed his black scales at Valencian's wrist.
Kang!
The tough uniform was pierced by the sharp blade, and a loud clanging noise rang out.
It wasn't the sensation of being stabbed in the human body.
“Huh?”
Then Aquila noticed that there was no wound on Valencian's shoulder.
'Even the clothes are the same?'
A chill ran down my spine and a cold sweat ran down my face.
Tsk tsk tsk!
There was a sound like a slithering snake, and white threads grew out of the sleeves of Valencian's uniform like tentacles, entangling his black scales.
“An invisible wind blade? That magical tool is a bit scary. And the compatibility is really bad.”
Valencian spoke in a voice that sounded like a hundred people speaking at once.
A low, neutral voice rang in the Pirate King's head.
Vertical pupils appeared in the golden eyes that were shining like a beast, and translucent dark red scales grew on the barely visible flesh such as the neck, cheeks, and wrists.
Although Valencian had his back against the common wall, it was Aquila who was pushed back to the end.
'I got hit.'
Aquila gritted his teeth, and Valencian spoke without moving his red lips.
“You have been deceived. Like a slave on a ship who was told that he would be let off the ship!”
It was as cunning and alluring as the voice of an evil dragon.
Woohoo!
There was a sound of something burning.
Valencian's right hand cracked like porcelain and flashed a bright red light.
Aquila gave up on his black scales and flew towards the puddle of water.
“Tch!”
“Ah, hahahaha!”
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The flames of resonance shot out.
* * *
The smoke from the boiling stones filled my pupils.
'I can't breathe. As expected, fireworks can't be used in narrow spaces.'
The oxygen in the room flared up again, and a pounding headache raced through the Grand Duke's head.
'Still, I've gotten a little better since absorbing the power of that grassland warrior. Next time I write, I'll try to accept the changes as Saya Yan said.'
Valencian waved his hand nervously to disperse the smoke, then checked the pool of water Aquila had entered.
'… … No. It's impossible. It's like boiling a rock. It's strange that there's any water left.'
The puddle was empty, and the bottom was not visible because of the seaweed.
'It's cold. It wasn't even heated to begin with.'
He looked around the pool quietly and saw several similar puddles.
Valencian threw a stone into one of the pools of water as an experiment.
with a plop.
There were slight ripples, and the other puddles around it rippled slightly.
He inferred several facts from the sight.
'It's connected. It's not just a small cave down here. There were quite a few uphill climbs on the way here. This isn't a puddle, it's sea level. The thing is hiding under the sea right now.'
Warm, warm, warm.
He walked with his shoes deliberately making a clicking sound.
'If he's a sword expert, he should be able to hold his breath for about 20 minutes. That magic sword can even penetrate my scales. He might be waiting for an opportunity to grab my back, or he might have gone out to sea in search of a way.'
Several possibilities crossed his mind.
'But it's still low tide. It would be much more advantageous to go out with the ebb tide.'
And just before a well-founded possibility turns into an unfounded suspicion.
'You didn't get swept away by the waves and die, did you? Did you get lost in an underwater cave and drown? There's no way the Pirate King would die like that… … No. The number one cause of death for knights is drowning.'
A curse in the form of a beam of light flew out of the darkness.
“Bubble veins!”
It was a terrible curse that would cause all the blood in one's body to boil and one to die.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
A red curse flew in and struck Valencianus on the chest.
But the curse did not seep into his body, but dispersed like smoke.
“Ugh!”
Valencianus had strong magic resistance, enough to withstand Sereraji's lightning magic.
Once he fully raised his spirit, he boasted defensive power comparable to armor engraved with sorcery circuits even with his bare body.
“Who dares-!”
Instead of giving a cry of pain, he screamed in anger, and saw figures running out from between the caves.
“Catch him!”
“Aim for the head!”
“Now is the chance!”
A few skilled pirate swordsmen, pirate captains, and admirals counterattacked.
“Aim for the head! Head! Head! Head!”
The magic tools, the crossbow and bow, fired arrows of various colors.
“Pain for the author, blessing for us!”
Page and her wizards blessed the pirates and cursed Valencianus.
From mild curses like 'conjunctivitis', 'toothache', 'headache', 'dizziness', 'auditory hallucination', 'hallucination', 'drowsiness', and 'hunger'.
Even heavy curses such as 'bleeding', 'heart rupture', 'vascular necrosis', 'cerebral hemorrhage', and 'fainting'.
It was a barrage of curses, as if they were praying while holding a cross in front of the communal house where witches live together.
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Even the mighty Valencian had a hard time stopping them all.
“Ugh!”
In particular, magical tools such as crossbows and arrows imbued with water-related spells would temporarily freeze the body as if a nerve had been pricked each time it was hit, and headache-related spells would maximize the side effects of the resonant flames.
He kept his eyes on the puddle of water while shooting a spear of fire at the pirates.
“These sea maggots will end-!”
It was a melee.
* * *
The struggles of the Pirate King Aquila gave hope to the pirates.
In particular, the key point was that Valencianus was wary of Aquila's magic sword, the Typhoon, and used psychological warfare to get close to it.
The pirates saw this and thought:
'He is a swordsman who specializes in long-range magic. He is also skilled in swordsmanship, but he lacks the knack of using magic and swordsmanship together to corner his opponents.'
'It can produce tremendous firepower, enough to break through three walls, but it requires a long casting time and reagents.'
'Caves and cavities… … Not such a bad situation for us. It's also good for catching up.'
'If you're going to run away, you'll need a hostage. And Cariosa is far away.'
A plan was drawn up based on that misunderstanding.
'First, let's pour out curses and magical tools like the crossbow to grab its ankles as much as possible, then somehow wound it and then throw it into the water.'
'I know that fire magic requires air when you first light the fire. Once you throw it in water, you have a chance.'
'Aquila is already waiting inside. He won't drown. We can definitely win.'
The pirates who followed us here were armed with decent weapons and even magic tools.
"let's go!"
“Eww!”
“Let’s all work together!”
Broad-bladed curved cutlass, narrow-bladed curved katana, harpoons, spear axes, one-handed naval axes, one-handed naval straight swords… … .
Countless weapons poured down on the young Archduke.
Until then, there was still hope in their eyes.
“Can the prince of the royal family stand up to pirates like us?”
“In a melee, we are superior!”
“You can win!”
Valencian laughed in vain and grabbed the black robe and black scales.
“Is that really so?”
Tsukaaaaak-!
It started with the black rook with the mana blade cutting off the cutlass, and the magic sword black scales lightly slicing the neck of the pirate who was holding the cutlass.
Phew!
'So this is how you write it.'
Valencian had precisely timed the moment to infuse mana into the black scales, causing blood to spurt from the pirate's veins like a fountain.
“Kwaaaaak!”
Sieeeeing!
He slid the harpoon that had stabbed his side away with his scales, kicked the pirate between his legs with his boot, and then struck him between his neck and head with the end of his black hilt, knocking him down.
“I was wondering when I would ever be able to dig through all these caves, so I’m grateful that you’ve gathered us all now!”
Phew!
A volley of fire exploded at close range, sending the rushing pirates rolling along the ground.
“Ugh!”
Some fell into puddles of water and sank to the bottom of the sea.
Page bit his lip, preparing himself for the curse of a ruptured kneecap.
“My anger is always righteous……!”
At that moment, their eyes met.
The white-haired, golden-eyed Grand Duke glared at the red-haired pirate.
"flaw."
“Ugh!”
Page gritted his teeth to avoid being overwhelmed by the momentum, and Valencianus smirked in pity.
At that moment, an idea occurred to him.
'Now. Maybe I can do it?'
The melee was chaotic, and in order to survive the chaos, an expansion of consciousness naturally occurred.
The hammer aimed at the nape of the neck, the whip aimed at the legs, the spear axe falling toward the shoulder, the estok in front, and the curse flying from afar were all clearly felt.
Hundreds of hands extend into all that space.
'All this space is mine.'
It helped that I had developed a habit of using telekinesis with my magical tool, the 'Invisible Hand'.
A tingling, prickly heat rose up inside my body.
'So now you listen to me.'
My heart felt like it was going to burst, so I screamed naturally.
'I've already changed, and now it's up to you to adapt.'
“Ah, ah, ah, ah-!”
It was as if hundreds of people were speaking at the same time.
Pavababak!
Red crystals burst through Valencian's flesh from both hands.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh-!”
At the same time, crimson waves spread out in a circular motion to all sides of the cave.
It was a perfect mind-bending moment.