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Naseria saw Belisarios, or rather Valencianus's enemy knight, fighting Alceste.
'That's ridiculous.'
Regardless of her feelings for Alceste, he was a powerful warrior.
Alceste was completely overwhelmed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Alceste's body swayed every time the red-hot greatsword was swung like a whirlwind.
The once broken purple spear was no longer able to function as a sword or a spear, and was just floating aimlessly through the air.
He was bleeding from a long laceration running from his nose to his lower abdomen.
The Red Knight's Mana Blessing pierced through both his blessed iron armor and his spell-imbued chainmail, inflicting wounds on his body.
“This dog of Soletaras!”
Alceste screamed and raised his purple aura.
Chewing!
A purple force field appeared in front of him.
At this, the enemy knight clenched his left fist and thrust out the sword.
Cheeeeek!
Steam billowed from its back, gears spun madly, and red mana blades blazed above its massive gauntlets.
bang!
Alceste's force field suddenly shattered, and he was thrown into the palace hallway.
Thud. Thud.
The red knight led his large body into the palace.
“I can understand what you’re saying. It’s a dog. Dogs are loyal and chase away thieves. But you’re a parasite that destroys this world.”
Naseria just stared blankly at the sight.
My body was hot, my hands and feet wouldn't move as I wanted them to, and I felt no emotion.
I just wanted to be alone.
“God of excess!”
A purple aura flowed out from Alceste's body.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Behind his back, six more arms formed from purple energy, each holding a purple spear.
The Red Knight raised his greatsword as if it didn't matter what difference it made if he gained a few more arms.
Percussion!
The red giant charged like a mountain.
As blood covered a person, the Mana Blade fell on Alceste's head.
bang!
The greatsword entered Alceste's temple, exited between his legs, and struck the floor.
The mosaic on the floor shattered, sending flying pieces of stone and jewels flying.
But the enemy knight flinched in embarrassment, and the young lord laughed heartily.
There was not a single drop of blood on the floor, and the young enemy's body was translucent.
Embody.
“It’s over. Knight.”
Alceste swung nine spears from his ten hands.
Whaaaaaaaaaa! Whaaaaaaaaaa! Whaaaaaaaaaa!
The mechanical armor's magic resistance was tremendous, and the moment the purple spear struck the red armor plate, a fierce spark of backlash flew.
However, Alceste overcame the resistance and stabbed his spear into every vital spot in the machine armor.
Poop poop poop!
Elbows, shoulders, both sides, armpits, above and below the knees, thigh joints… … .
Steel fibers snapped, gears broke, and steam escaped in vain.
* * *
Tentia stumbled violently, and Alceste released his ethereal form, bursting into cruel laughter as he reached out his left hand toward her faceplate.
“Let me see your face.”
Clink.
At that moment, a sound of something loosening echoed inside the machine armor.
“I’ll melt it with acidic slime!”
Just before Alceste's hand reached the ring of his faceplate, Tentia jumped out from inside the mechanical armor.
It was Marcus who pulled the new detachable ring that he had put in.
“I feel a little sorry for my face!”
Percussion!
She leaped like a bird and delivered a knee kick.
The red cloak, curled up, fell behind his armor that shone platinum, and the knight's knee was stuck picturesquely in Alceste's chin.
puck!
The young enemy staggered like a rotten tree, and his once purple eyes suddenly turned reddish brown.
Before Alceste could even fall to the ground, Tentia pulled out the one-handed sword attached to the waist of his mechanical armor.
It was a sword that was made of a material that was either bone or metal and had a faint shine to it.
Tsukaaaaak-!
The moment she took hold of the sword, a red mana blade blazed from it.
It was an incredible mana affinity that only Yonggol possessed.
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Tentia spun around like a bladed top, pivoting on her left foot.
Saaaaah-!
The one-handed sword slashed and tore at the staggering Alceste.
Tsukakakak! Kagakak!
It was an attack that didn't cover the arms, chest, thighs, or neck.
Woohoo!
A purple aura rose from Alceste's body and he released a mana blade.
“Ugh!”
The young enemy regained consciousness and tried to surround the station master again.
Chewing!
The eyes that had been rolled back for a moment had also returned to their original state.
Tentia's breathing was also at its limit.
The end of the offensive.
It was a moment when both of them had to step back, catch their breath, and prepare for the next technique.
But she knew that now was the time to take another step.
'This body will die someday, but my name will remain forever in the lineage of Soletaras.'
'I will be remembered as a knight that His Highness the Grand Duke Valencian would be proud of! That is my immortality!'
Even though I was out of breath, I took a step forward and struck the stationmaster with my left fist.
Zzz!
The translucent force field pushed away Tentia's fist while crying.
Tentia unclenched her fist, pointed her fingers forward, and advanced.
A technique stolen from Saya Yen.
Footprint.
Bam!
The force field split, and her blades dug into Alceste's ribs, breaking them.
“Huh!”
Although her body was quite strong, having been blessed with the blessings of the old days, she pierced the young enemy's right lung with certainty.
“Ugh!”
This time Alceste finally fell to the floor.
Blood gushed out of my throat.
He tried to brace his legs, but the enemy knight raised his mana blade, Blazing Manha, and plunged it into his stomach.
Phew!
The blade pierced Alceste's body and stuck in the floor, completely releasing the strength from the young enemy's lower body.
“Ugh, ugh.”
“Ugh!”
The young sworn enemy and the enemy knight exhaled heavily.
Crunch.
Tentia lifted her mask to reveal her face.
His red hair poked out slightly from under the Gambison hat he wore under his helmet, framing his manly face.
“Let me introduce myself again. I am a knight of His Royal Highness the Grand Duke Valencian. My name is Tentia. If you ask who sent you from Hell, tell me.”
It was common courtesy among high-ranking warriors to tell others who had killed them.
Alceste opened his hazel eyes wide in confusion.
“Was it a woman?”
Tentia frowned at the unfamiliar reaction she had never experienced even at the Academy, and then remembered that this was not the Empire but the Emirate, and gave her a subtle look for a moment.
“Yes. You’re so brave to recognize it.”
“I am Alceste. I am the enemy. I have a good eye for people.”
Alceste spoke breathlessly, and Tentia smiled bitterly.
“If you had seen more of people, or perhaps nothing at all, you would have been greater.”
“What do you mean, woman?”
“You could have made it without selling your soul to such a monster. You had many desires but no confidence, so you couldn’t believe in anything. You were obsessed with sex, gold and silver, mutated bodies, and what you could see. That’s why you’re so ruined.”
Alceste turned his head weakly and looked around.
“Ahhhhh!”
Beyond the arched gate, in the garden, the Asin warriors were being slaughtered by the mechanical knights.
The Imams were no longer traced, and the capital guard and his soldiers were unable to enter the gardens, being driven back by archers firing strange crossbows.
His fiancée stood in the distance, leaning against a pillar, looking at Valencian with blank stares.
Sigh.
Tentia pulled out a dagger from her waist.
“My lord also pursues what is visible. But he too is a being whose framework is the invisible.”
Alceste gritted his teeth.
“Don’t talk nonsense, woman. You can only give your heart after you’ve definitely obtained something.”
His common sense was that where there is material, there the mind dwells.
I thought that if I married Naseria and had her body, I would naturally be able to have her heart as well.
Tentia nodded.
“Yes. After you get it, you can definitely give it to me. But I can’t receive it. It’s already mine. That’s what I think. Did you want to give your heart to the world? I don’t think you’re the kind of man who would do that.”
“!”
A spasm ran across Alceste's face.
Phew!
Tentia stuck a dagger into his forehead.
* * *
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A wave of fire swept through the audience room.
“Kwaaah!”
The last thirty or so members of the escort were swept away by a wave of fire more than three meters high and rolled on the ground.
It was quite a sight to see them struggling to take off their burning clothes.
“It's a good day.”
I walked between the red pillars, looking up at the blue sky filled with smoke.
“It’s a good ‘day’.”
wickedness!
It was a small act of mercy on my part to cut off the neck of a warrior who was dying in agony by swinging the sword I had taken from him.
I'm not some kind of pain demon.
Even if I inflicted terrible pain on the Encroachers who sold their souls to the Old Ones, it would be of no benefit to the Nana Empire.
… … I wish there was something like that.
If we could gather the power of suffering and make bread, we could solve the food problem of big cities in one fell swoop.
As I was chuckling at such useless thoughts, the Sultan's throne appeared before me.
It was very, very beautiful, decorated with gold and jewels.
But the grandeur of the past was nowhere to be found in this audience room.
The blue sky was blackened with smoke, the ornately carved pillars were broken and shattered in places, and the gold and silver-embroidered tapestries were ablaze.
“A look fit for a sultan of erosion.”
I looked at Baphomer sitting in front of me, giggling.
“Valencianus.”
He looked quite shocked.
It made sense, since no matter how many times we met, he still didn't recognize my stomach.
Actually, I was pretty nervous too.
Even Sereraji's magic potion wasn't enough, so he even used Jaylilith's blood magic.
There were a few times when I felt anxious.
But in the end, I succeeded, and Baphomer failed.
He seemed to have aged twenty years today.
His once straight neck became bent, and his large turban looked precariously like a mushroom cap resting on a thin pole. His wrinkles, which had lost their comfort, became a symbol of weakness rather than age, and his once shiny beard had quickly turned white.
Baphomer struck the chair handle with his hand full of golden rings.
bang!
“How dare you toy with my luggage!”
The roar that made the mountains and rivers tremble now sounded like nothing more than the tantrums of an old man.
Saaaaah!
He brought up the spirit of the old.
Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling!
A translucent darkness, a darkness seething with thousands of tumors and blood vessels, spread out wide behind him.
In that darkness there was a gaping mouth, and the mouth let out a mental wave full of rage.
“Whoaaaaaaa-!”
A black aura shot out, echoing through the air.
Woohoo!
It was a force that could instantly rot and kill even high-ranking clergy of the Gwangmyeong Church.
It was the power of a sultan of a country that served the old.
I was hit from the front, so my hands started to tingle, my head started to feel tingly, and my eyes started to spin.
But now I was no longer a human being who had accepted the fragments of the old, but one who fought against the old things that had raised their heads in this world.
Now, it is shameful to lose to a mere erodeer like that.
“Shut your mouth! You sound like a senile old man!”
I opened my left palm and raised the flame.
Woof!
The golden dragon's aura glowed for a moment and then faded, and the flames rose fiercely, burning away the old energy.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A flame suddenly burst through the entire dome-shaped audience chamber, then died down.
The translucent darkness and tumors subsided, leaving only the man known as the Sultan.
I looked down at him and smiled.
“What are you going to do with the white witch?”
Baphomer's face hardened.
The purple eyes that had lost their guns were spinning.
I continued speaking with pride.
“You will never set foot in the Empire.”
He thrust his dragon-scaled hand toward his neck.
He raised both hands and shouted urgently.
“Wait! Wait! That’s an order!”
I frowned and sighed.
If Lord Tentia had seen it, he would have shed tears of blood.
No demon lord in chivalric literature would die like this, he would shout.
“Die nicely. Don’t say anything. You’re the Sultan.”
Baphomer shouted, his eyes glaring.
“I will give you my daughter! Your son will be the next Sultan. I will give you land! I know all the passages to the fortresses of the Northern Amirs! How about taking them with Sicarius?”
“Are you trying to compromise with me?”
“I will also hand over the unexplored areas of the Southern Continent! Yes. Let’s compromise. Valencianus. I am the Sultan. I can give you what you want!”
I let out a bitter laugh.
"haha."
“Yeah, yeah.”
“No thanks.”
I didn't know it would turn out like this.
To be honest, it sounded a bit harsh.
It was originally a plan to use the successor to cause internal strife, but you're giving me your daughter?
If you think about it only from the perspective of the Grand Duke, it was worth considering positively.
But I had no intention of negotiating with him.
I didn't come all this way to worry my twin about negotiations or anything.
As soon as I heard that Naseria would be sold to me, I was filled with rage.
Even if you think about it without emotions, it's the same.
There is no way that the contract I made with my father, who sold my daughter, the sole heir to the Sultan's family, to a scoundrel from the empire, could be kept as is.
I looked down at him and gave him a cold rebuke.
“There is no need to compromise what is attainable. And you have already compromised what is non-negotiable.”
Baphomer gritted his teeth.
I continued, my scales growing hotter.
“The criteria for what can and cannot be compromised are clear. If we make concessions, will they make concessions to us in return? Or not? That’s it.”
The empire conquered countless countries during its conquest period and adopted their culture.
Warlocks and Amon followers served as coroners and warriors in order to blend into Imperial society.
“But your Emirate is different. You cannot give us anything. You have not built up anything.”
I felt my emotions growing more and more intense as I spoke.
“You are prolonging your life by reviving the energy of the old within your body. You are not using the old, but are being used as their limbs. That is not compromise, it is submission. What can you say to those who are already subjugated?”
“Valencian!”
“Die like a Sultan! Baphomer!”