Volume 5 Chapter 31 Magic Sword And Treasure Sword
Swords clash fiercely.
Until moments ago, Horace and his allies were attacking Laris, but Laris proved too strong, taking damage from the recoil. Now, the battle has shifted to a contest of equals.
"...I see, it seems you're quite close to me."
"Is that so? Even so, I find that a little strange."
"Understanding that can wait for now," Laris says.
The two clash again. Their movements are minimal, yet their presence exerts immense pressure on the surroundings.
The grassland beneath them seems pressed down, a clear sign of power beyond that of ordinary humans.
"...Let me tell you about my sword. Its name is 'Sacred Sword Noiltnetopes.' It was sent by your father using a special coffin."
"My father?"
Horace asks, surprised.
"When your grandfather passed away, his body and sword were placed in a coffin. Due to its unique nature, it arrived at 'Cross Palace.' I didn't expect such a method, but..."
"..."
"Your grandfather understood its true meaning."
"True meaning?"
"Zethar wanted to show me what a warrior of this era looks like when holding that sword. It seems your father also wanted you to see how I appear with this sword."
"...Then, why did you stay secluded? You don't seem like someone who goes out much."
"Because I had no motivation for this sacred sword. But once Zethar sensed I was trying to deliver the Magic Sword Duran to you, I suddenly became motivated."
If the 'fragments' were set when Laris became the final boss of this dungeon, then Zethar had planned to deliver the Magic Sword Duran to Horace for quite some time.
Zulane, one of the Apostles of the God of Sealing Shildress.
As a follower of Guilhem Redless, he infiltrated the Obsidian Magic Dukedom under the name Zulane Azarial. He acted in response to Gaspar Redless's rampage.
At that time, he told Horace, "My role is to move your story forward."
That line wasn't a pretext or bluff—it was the truth.
"I see, so you were chosen by Shildress to be the final boss here."
"That's right."
Their conversation continues as their swords clash.
The pressure gradually intensifies.
"Alright...!"
Laris adds more force.
The pressure on the swords surges, and Horace deflects it while stepping back.
"Do you think you can stand on the same level as me? If you really think so, you need to be tempered."
"Huh... what do you mean?"
Horace asks.
"You already know. That's good."
Both Horace and Laris possess analytical and sensory abilities beyond ordinary people. They must have sensed 'something' through those abilities.
After an exchange only they understand, their swords clash repeatedly.
Instead of forcing their way through, their sword techniques explode with power.
It seems they're enjoying themselves.
"...You seem to be having fun."
"You're smiling too."
"Fighting someone at your level is fun. You don't need to hesitate. The Magic Sword Duran and the Sacred Sword Noiltnetopes are indestructible."
"Wow, that's amazing. I didn't know. Then, I won't hold back!"
They unleash their swords with full power.
Each clash shakes the air and causes the ship to tremble.
"Raaaaaaah!"
Horace screams uncharacteristically as he swings his sword.
"Fufu..."
Laris smirks uncontrollably as he swings hers.
Their overwhelming pressure begins to crack the ground.
"Hey, is the ground here just weak?"
"I'm not an expert. Well, it doesn't matter. We just need to settle this before everything shatters."
"I completely agree!"
Footing is crucial in combat. Though they could solidify magic in the air to create a foothold, they prefer to focus their mental resources on their swords.
"Alright. Very good swordsmanship. You definitely wouldn't have obtained this if you were over there. But if that alone can't convince me, there's no point in stepping out from the Order of the Sealed Dragon. Show me more."
"Even if you didn't say so, that's how I plan to do it!"
They imbue their swords with enormous magical power and swing down.
Just swinging without releasing magic is enough to crack the ground. The pressure begins to break it apart, causing Horace to glance downward occasionally.
"What's wrong? Don't think. I understand you're hitting and being hit. Trust your intuition more. Otherwise, there's no point in pushing forward."
"To intuition, huh... I'll take that as my next challenge."
Horace doesn't explicitly agree. Does he have personal circumstances or a specific reason? Either way, he doesn't seem to rely solely on intuition.
Laris sighs lightly, but the magical power overflowing from him doesn't cease.
"...Relying on such troublesome power causes trouble when push comes to shove. Well, I don't dislike it."
He puts some distance, compresses an overwhelming amount of magical power into high density, and imbues it into his sword. Horace does the same, wrapping his magic into his sword.
"...Now. Let's do this," Laris says.
"The ground can't hold anymore. This is full force!"
Swords clash against swords.
The victor is....
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