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“Your Majesty, Valen. I am ashamed.”
Sir Tentia bowed her head with a gloomy expression.
She was wearing platinum plate armor, which was too heavy and dangerous for her to charge into enemy territory in a small assault ship.
Sure, the platinum armor had the ability to encase itself in ice and float above the water, but it was clear that the sea was not a suitable battlefield for a heavily armed knight.
I smiled and said, "Don't worry about it."
Sir Tentia would surely scream if he knew I was going to appease the pirates.
“It’s your duty to protect me. It’s enough to keep your eyes wide open so that that great white shark can’t eat me.”
“Your Majesty, my eyes are not blue.”
“Do you get what I’m saying? I’m going!”
I climbed down the rope ladder to the assault ship.
Wheeing!
Cariosa made a slight gesture, and a wind blew behind her.
I took in the wind like a living sail and headed straight for the red-flag ship ahead.
Choaaaah-!
Just then, a single pirate corpse, not fully burned, scraped the bottom of the ship.
I shook my head and shook my body, then raised my head and forced a smile.
The mind is merely a slave to the body.
“If you eat snake horn leaves, you will laugh even while cutting off your arm. If you drink black-spotted thorn tree juice, you will be connected to the person you love in the morning. If you find gold in the evening, you will be depressed and want to die.”
Let what you can see, what you can hold in your hand, what you can count be the light of your heart.
“Because we were born to live like that.”
I gritted my teeth against the nagging headache and forced a smile.
“Hahahaha!”
My head started hurting even more.
But after laughing a few more times, I started laughing like it was inertia.
“Ha, ha. Okay.”
I felt a cool smile appear on his lips.
I raised my head confidently and glared at the ship with the red flag.
A pirate leader wearing red oriental-style armor and a deer-horned helmet stood with his men at the sign, glaring at me.
“Gasp, gasp!”
“I think this is it for me.”
“Taka! Don’t give up!”
I looked around wondering why they weren't running away, and saw that some of the pirate warriors who had been running on the water earlier were still returning to their respective motherships.
I tried to burn all the guys who had gathered, but it seems my firepower was weak.
Ships with red flags circled around Tempesta, picking up any surviving pirate warriors.
“For a pirate, he has a rare sense of loyalty.”
Not bad for a future soldier.
I laughed bitterly and raised my mana with my tongue.
“The boss used himself as bait to protect his men? That’s a nice sight.”
A yellow aura emanated from my black gloved palm, and a great amount of mana surged towards me. I gave a firm command to the mana.
“If you set the bait, you have to bite. Light the boat on fire.”
Three fire spirits, materialized through mana, flew into the sky with grins.
It was in the form of a horned boy drawing a spiral, and his upper body was naked.
I had a strange feeling that the spirit was becoming more and more like me.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Phew!
The spirits circled around the pirate ship, spitting out fire, and colorful arrows and crossbows shot out from the pirate ship.
Wedge! Wedge! Wedge!
“Catch him!”
“Ahhhhh!”
“Hit the head!”
I could have burned the entire ship, but I didn't want the magic tools to be damaged by the flames of my dragon's words, or for those eastern pirates to all die.
Maybe, just maybe, they would all be so scared that they would tremble and surrender.
Before I knew it, the training ship I was on arrived right underneath that pirate ship.
The warriors wearing black iron masks looked down at me.
Their eyes were burning with well-refined murderous intent.
“Yeah. There’s no way things will go that well for me.”
I kicked the training ship, regretting having thought of something like that.
“No!”
pop!
A strong wind rose from beneath my feet, and my body was lifted into the sky.
Swish!
The pirate ship, which was over 60 meters tall, looked like a castle on the water, but I flew through the sky like a bird and climbed up to the top of the sign.
“Hahahaha!”
As the fire spirit set the sails ablaze and a single warrior who had just been hoisted vomited seawater onto the sign, dozens of warriors in oriental-style armor looked up at me with astonishment.
visor!
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The man wearing the deer horn helmet drew his sword, and the woman dressed in black pulled him back.
bang!
I landed leisurely on the sign.
The man wearing the deer horn helmet opened his mouth.
“Are you the Archduke Valencian? I am Tarti, a nobleman of the East… .”
I absorbed the telekinetic glove on my left hand, the invisible hand, into my body.
“Call me ‘Your Highness’, you lowly being.”
The inside of his hand had already been transformed into fragments of Az, the back of his hand was cracked like broken porcelain, revealing red crystals, and every time his heart beat, fire energy resonated between the crystals.
My body and head both felt pleasantly hot.
I said whatever came to my mind.
“I can turn you and your ship into ashes with a gesture of my hand. If you wish to live, kneel before me and bow your head.”
* * *
Tarti looked at the Archduke in front of him.
He had a much younger appearance than expected, but he didn't look childish.
I've been proud to say that I've seen all kinds of monsters in the sea, but I've never seen anything like this.
'Can you ring?'
The inhuman yellow eyes and the red crystals protruding from the left hand were enough of a warning not to rush in recklessly.
So Tarti asked,
“If I kneel down and bow my head, will you spare my life?”
Valencian tried to answer yes.
Because they came to bring him alive and bring him into the imperial private fleet.
At that moment, a useless thought caught his ankle.
'But can I answer this right away? The judicial authority here is all Cariosaga… … F*ck.'
The silence was too long, and Tarti took it as a rejection.
'Finish it in one breath.'
He took a big step forward and raised his sword in a long sweep.
Saaaaah-!
His long sword had a subtle green glow that contrasted with his red armor.
wickedness!
The long sword, swinging like the wind, aimed for the neck of the young Grand Duke.
The young Duke twisted his body in shock, and the long sword went up to cut his neck about two fingertips deep, then changed its angle and fell like a meteor, cutting deeply into his shoulder.
Chook-!
Tarti and Saya Yen were confident of victory at that moment.
'If the neck is cut that deep, it's over.'
'Even if you avoid instant death, you'll still suffer from excessive bleeding… … Huh?'
But Valencian didn't even blink an eye.
Crackle, crackle!
Instead of blood, red sparks and crystals flew from his neck, healing his wounds, the torn hem of his uniform wiggled and reattached as if it had been sewn back on the spot, and instead of human flesh, the inside of his shoulders were filled with reddish-brown scales.
Ssrrrr!
At that moment, the boy prince turned into a scoundrel prince.
“This idiot asks a question and then swings his sword at me before I can even answer?!”
This was a dirty method that even the most low-level mercenaries in the empire would not use.
Even Valencianus before his return did not use it fondly.
Hwaaaaak!
An inhuman aura emanated from his body, and the atmosphere changed once again.
The pirate warriors took a step back without realizing it.
'What is that?'
'This is not it.'
'Was the Dragon Blood Imperial Clan really real? Was it really ruled by a foreign race?'
It felt like I was facing a huge foreign object head-on, not a person.
Valencian's voice changed from neutral to increasingly low.
It seemed like dozens of people were shouting at the same time.
“I will kill you painfully! I will burn your hair, melt your eyes, burn the fat under your skin, and turn you into a living candle!”
'You refuse my hand? I'll have to teach you manners with a sharp beating.'
Tarti and the Musas felt a severe headache.
“Ugh!”
“Captain!”
“I know. This… … .”
My vision gets blurry, colors get strange, my head hurts, and my body feels itchy and tingly at the same time.
If it wasn't an illness, it was a symptom of mental contamination or mental waves.
Valencian sent forth his dragon words and resonant flames to the spirits connected by invisible strings.
Pavababak!
The spirits grew dragon scales all over their bodies and doubled in size.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three spirits simultaneously breathed fire from the front and sides of the ship.
“Ahhhhh!”
The wood, soaked in salt and moisture, did not burn well, and, like the large sailing ships, it had a fire-resistant magic circle, but Valencian's fire eventually overcame that resistance and dug into the wood.
Woohoo!
The green aura of flame resistance was pushed away and scattered, and in its place, a bright red flame flickered on its tongue.
The warrior next to Tarti raised his sword and rushed at him.
Percussion!
“My lord! Please take refuge!”
The long sword had a silvery green mana blade, and the trajectory of the stab was aimed straight at the heart.
Valencian did not dodge, but rather took a step forward.
The bodies of Jangdo and Mangnani collided, and a loud crashing sound occurred.
Kagagagang!
It sounded like a smelted lump of iron being scraped with a cleaver, not a person.
Musa groaned at the tingling sensation in his wrist, and groaned again at the creepy sensation.
“Eeeeek-!”
He prepared to strike again, drawing his long sword, but Valencian was quicker, waving his right hand.
Saaaaah-!
The purple aura unique to telekinesis shone sharply from the clinging black gloves, and the warrior was torn to pieces.
Thud, thud.
A thick, white and red liquid flowed from his nose.
“What, what is it?”
“Beware! I am not a magician who only handles fire!”
“How dare this kid!”
It was a direct blow to the head using telekinesis.
Those who reflexively stepped forward and those who retreated formed a contrast of bitterness, and the bastard Duke sentenced them all to equal death.
Woohoo!
He thrust forward his left hand, which had been rising endlessly.
“I will use that magical tool well.”
“Hit!”
Tarti raised his sword, and the eastern warriors followed their lord and kicked the deck.
Green mana blades rose up, and the outstanding warriors who could cut more than eight times in one breath rushed towards a single person.
Sieeeeing!
The swordsmen cried and created green trails in the air.
These were sharp attacks that could instantly decapitate a fully mutated level eroder.
Valencian lifted his chin and glared at the warriors haughtily.
“Die.”
The golden eyes reflected the deer horn helmets leading the way and the long swords following behind them.
Jeeeeing!
The next moment, a translucent red wave spread out in a fan shape from his left hand.
Ddddddd-!
The pirate warriors who were hit by the wave flew backwards like kicked balls.
Neither the big man nor the tall man could overcome the red waves.
The only one who could avoid it was Saya Yan, and the only one who could stand his ground was Tarti.
“Ugh, huh?”
“Wasn’t it a firework?”
“But why… … the head? Ugh!”
The fallen warriors expressed their doubts, and the most surprised one was Valencian himself.
Even the simmering anger disappeared in an instant.
'Why did the stationmaster go out instead of the fire?'
It was clear that a massive amount of firepower had been resonating.
'I wasn't planning on burning them to ashes, but rather blowing them away with a shock wave. But why is it a wave instead of a flame? It's like they're not even dead.'
The pirate warriors, puzzled, picked up their swords again, and Tarti did the same.
“I don’t know what it is, but just kill it!”
“Let me taste that half and half!”
“The royal family must have smooth skin, right?”
Valencian instinctively tried to pull out the blacksmith's hammer, but there was no need to.
“Ahhhhh!”
“Kwaaaaak!”
“Ugh!”
Clink, clink!
The pirate warriors who had been hit by the force field dropped their swords and rolled on the floor with their heads covered with both hands.
Some people scratched their entire bodies as if they were in excruciating pain, others convulsed and bled from their noses like fountains, and still others froze stiffly.
It was a sight even Saya Yan had never seen before.
'poison?'
For a moment, Tarti had a vision of her body being engulfed in flames.
“You, you. What the hell kind of monster are you?”
Valencian laughed as if he knew nothing.
“Well.”
'Ah. I didn't mean to kill you.'
Her red lips parted and her white teeth peeked out.
“I don’t know anymore.”
'Let's think about it after we take away that magic tool.'
The next moment, he kicked the ground and ran towards me.
Percussion!
Tarti swung his sword in terror.
Evil, evil! Evil! Evil-!
The green mana blade rose up and became a sharp wall.
“I’m going to throw you in the water and then think about it!”
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Valencian smashed the wall Tarti had erected with blows of his elbows, fists, and heels.
His body, which had accepted Az's decision, boasted armor-like strength in itself.
visor!
Tarti was startled and pulled out a slightly shorter piece.
'This isn't a battle wizard level martial arts. No. Rather, this one is more skilled!'
wickedness!
And shoo!
He unleashed a dual-wield slash, linking his thrusts with his sword, and Valencianus charged like a drake clad in rock scales.
“Hahahaha!”
It was such a fierce battle that even Saya Yan couldn't get in the way.
Tarti slashed down with his long sword and aimed for Valencian's wrist with his curved sword.
Tsk tsk tsk!
At that moment, Valencian grabbed the sword with his scaled hand and caught the long sword with his forearm.
Wow!
There was a sound of breaking glass, Tarti's katana was knocked out of Valencian's forearm, and shards of scale flew from Valencian's forearm.
“Ugh!”
The green mana blade shattered into pieces, and Tarti groaned and spat out blood at the same time.
Phew!
Valencian quickly rushed forward, grabbed Tarti by the ankles, and lifted him upside down.
The dangling Tarti trembled.
“Hey, what is this?”
It was an unimaginable insult to Musa, but it was a legitimate protest.
“How dare you ask me a question when you brandish a knife without even listening to my answer?”
It didn't work on Valencianus, whose eyes were rolled back.