Chapter 139
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Raidorl is swallowed up by the light and disappears.
The rays of light emitted by the magic sword Brionac is a scorching light that scorches the earth and melts iron. There is no way Raidorl could have survived.
“Ku……hahahahahahahahaha! I’ve won …… I’ve finally beaten Raidorl!”
Amidst the dust of destruction, Granard cries out in joy, confident of absolute victory.
Ever since Raidorl was chosen as the holy sword, he has had a complex about his brother.
Now, at last, the problem is solved. Granard was elated, as if he had the world in his hands, and his face lit up with joy.
“I am the hero chosen by the holy sword – the true king of this country, and the only king who will eventually stand on top of the world! Well, look at you! Look at me! Look down on me if you can! If only dead men could! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Granard, still clad in his magic armour, raises his spear-shaped Brionac to the sky.
No more threats to his throne from Raidorl. No more nights of nightmares about his brother taking the throne.
He has won. Granard had obtained victory and glory!
“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha……….. Ah?”
He was soaking his head in the afterglow of victory, when an impossible situation occurred before his eyes.
The curtain of dust created by the countless light bullets disappeared without a trace.
After the dust disappeared, a man was standing there. It was his brother, Raidorl Zain, whom he had killed.
“It’s too early to be celebrating victory. You’re impatient.”
“What……How did you…?”
Raidorl appeared out from the light, but his body was covered with a jet-black costume.
At first glance, the black robe looked like a monk’s uniform, but some part of the robe had blood-red patterns engraved on it, and the costume radiated a black aura of misery.
It looks like a figure of evil that has risen from hell, and its sinister atmosphere seems to invade the mind of the viewer.
The holy armour of the holy sword Dáinsleif [Holy armour, Hvezlung, The twilight trickster].
The one who brings an end to all things and closes all destinies. He is the manifestation of the divinity who controls the curse of destruction and decay.
“Ha! This is holy armour? This looks more like a witch’s servant than anything else! It’s a horrible look for me!”
Raidorl laughed and wielded his Dáinsleif, which had been transformed into a greatsword twice its original size.
It was like shaking off a winged insect, but in the next instant, all the debris that had been lying around the throne room, including the remains of the destroyed wall, disappeared.
Not destroyed, but gone without a trace. It was as if nothing had ever been there in the first place.
“Well……that’s the end of it then. Let’s put an end to this silly sibling rivalry. I’ll take back everything you’ve taken from me. Because I have the power and the right to do so now!”
“Raidorl…… you…..”
“You did this to me. Don’t beg for your life now. I hope you, my foolish, weak and unworthy brother, will at least die with grace!”
“Gh..OOOoooooooo!!”
Raidorl smiled mockingly at him, and Granard snorted, a blue streak appearing on his forehead.
“How far does this brother of mine have to go to make a fool out of himself?”
Granard’s shoulders shook with rage and he pointed the tip of his spear at Raidorl again.
“You’re my brother, my little brother!”
Granard’s attacks never end. He makes light bullets appear, shoots them, makes them appear, shoots them. And on and on it goes.
Hundreds, thousands, uncountable light bullets rush in.
“Fu~tsu…”
Countless bullets loomed in front of him. Raidorl’s response to this was quite simple.
He held Dáinsleif in his right hand and held it in front of him. This is the only way to get rid of the light bullets that were trying to turn his whole body into a beehive.
“Eat me, Fenrir the God Wolf.”
“Na~tsu………., that’s ridiculous! That’s impossible!”
Granard shouted in disbelief at what had just happened.
Raidorl did not evade it nor he defended it. The light bullets disappeared without a trace, as if they were melting into the void.
By what means is this possible? The holy armor of the Dáinsleif – what kind of ability does the [twilight trickster] have as a weapon?
“I’ve always been wrong about the real capabilities of the Dáinsleif. This is the real power.”
To his stunned and frozen brother, Raidorl speaks in a quiet tone.
Taking the trouble to answer questions that don’t need answering as a parting gift. It was meant to be a ‘souvenir of the dead’.
Raidorl was already convinced that the battle would end in victory for him.
“The attributes of the Dáinsleif are not of a ‘curse but a ‘distortion’ of existence – the curse was only one of its forms, wasn’t it?”
Dáinsleif is a cursed holy sword. It can poison, paralyze or petrify the person it strikes.
However, that ability is only part of the Dáinsleif’s capabilities. It is only a secondary effect.
The essence of the jet-black holy sword is to distort the existence of the target, to distort the way it should be.
“The Distortion of Existence…..What is it set to extreme? It is the annihilation of existence itself.”
By distorting the existence of others, they annihilate existence itself.
This is the ability of the holy armor of the Dáinsleif-
【 twilight trickster】.
“Granard, the foolish king who was in charge of protecting the country, but fell into the temptation of a witch……Foolish and pathetic, brother. In front of my holy sword, all things fall into nothingness. Even light is no exception.”
“~Tsu……!”
“That’s why…… brother, you will never beat me again. You are a loser forever.”
“Kuu … Guuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
Granard’s hand clutched at his chest, pierced by a blade of words that even contained pity.
Perhaps he is unable to accept the unreasonable reality that confronts him.
Granard was jealous of his younger brother who was chosen to be the holy sword. He even signed a contract to give away the lives of his people and took possession of a magical sword.
Even so, Raidorl goes further than Granard.
Even the throne that he wanted to defend to the end is about to be taken away.
In the face of such an unreasonable reality, Granard wails with tears of blood.
“It’s pathetic. Honestly. I’m going to end this”
Muttering with heartfelt pity, Raidorl kicked the floor and flew towards his brother.
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Author’s note:
“Raidorl Seiken Senki” will be released by Ichijinsha Novels on May 1st!
The person in charge of the illustration is Mr. Yuki Fuyu, who is familiar with “How a Realist Hero’s Kingdom Reconstruction”!
We have added more than 20,000 characters, including the extra edition, so even those who have already read the web version will enjoy it!
Reservations have already begun on Amazon, so thank you for your cooperation.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Raidorl is swallowed up by the light and disappears.
The rays of light emitted by the magic sword Brionac is a scorching light that scorches the earth and melts iron. There is no way Raidorl could have survived.
“Ku……hahahahahahahahaha! I’ve won …… I’ve finally beaten Raidorl!”
Amidst the dust of destruction, Granard cries out in joy, confident of absolute victory.
Ever since Raidorl was chosen as the holy sword, he has had a complex about his brother.
Now, at last, the problem is solved. Granard was elated, as if he had the world in his hands, and his face lit up with joy.
“I am the hero chosen by the holy sword – the true king of this country, and the only king who will eventually stand on top of the world! Well, look at you! Look at me! Look down on me if you can! If only dead men could! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!”
Granard, still clad in his magic armour, raises his spear-shaped Brionac to the sky.
No more threats to his throne from Raidorl. No more nights of nightmares about his brother taking the throne.
He has won. Granard had obtained victory and glory!
“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha……….. Ah?”
He was soaking his head in the afterglow of victory, when an impossible situation occurred before his eyes.
The curtain of dust created by the countless light bullets disappeared without a trace.
After the dust disappeared, a man was standing there. It was his brother, Raidorl Zain, whom he had killed.
“It’s too early to be celebrating victory. You’re impatient.”
“What……How did you…?”
Raidorl appeared out from the light, but his body was covered with a jet-black costume.
At first glance, the black robe looked like a monk’s uniform, but some part of the robe had blood-red patterns engraved on it, and the costume radiated a black aura of misery.
It looks like a figure of evil that has risen from hell, and its sinister atmosphere seems to invade the mind of the viewer.
The holy armour of the holy sword Dáinsleif [Holy armour, Hvezlung, The twilight trickster].
The one who brings an end to all things and closes all destinies. He is the manifestation of the divinity who controls the curse of destruction and decay.
“Ha! This is holy armour? This looks more like a witch’s servant than anything else! It’s a horrible look for me!”
Raidorl laughed and wielded his Dáinsleif, which had been transformed into a greatsword twice its original size.
It was like shaking off a winged insect, but in the next instant, all the debris that had been lying around the throne room, including the remains of the destroyed wall, disappeared.
Not destroyed, but gone without a trace. It was as if nothing had ever been there in the first place.
“Well……that’s the end of it then. Let’s put an end to this silly sibling rivalry. I’ll take back everything you’ve taken from me. Because I have the power and the right to do so now!”
“Raidorl…… you…..”
“You did this to me. Don’t beg for your life now. I hope you, my foolish, weak and unworthy brother, will at least die with grace!”
“Gh..OOOoooooooo!!”
Raidorl smiled mockingly at him, and Granard snorted, a blue streak appearing on his forehead.
“How far does this brother of mine have to go to make a fool out of himself?”
Granard’s shoulders shook with rage and he pointed the tip of his spear at Raidorl again.
“You’re my brother, my little brother!”
Granard’s attacks never end. He makes light bullets appear, shoots them, makes them appear, shoots them. And on and on it goes.
Hundreds, thousands, uncountable light bullets rush in.
“Fu~tsu…”
Countless bullets loomed in front of him. Raidorl’s response to this was quite simple.
He held Dáinsleif in his right hand and held it in front of him. This is the only way to get rid of the light bullets that were trying to turn his whole body into a beehive.
“Eat me, Fenrir the God Wolf.”
“Na~tsu………., that’s ridiculous! That’s impossible!”
Granard shouted in disbelief at what had just happened.
Raidorl did not evade it nor he defended it. The light bullets disappeared without a trace, as if they were melting into the void.
By what means is this possible? The holy armor of the Dáinsleif – what kind of ability does the [twilight trickster] have as a weapon?
“I’ve always been wrong about the real capabilities of the Dáinsleif. This is the real power.”
To his stunned and frozen brother, Raidorl speaks in a quiet tone.
Taking the trouble to answer questions that don’t need answering as a parting gift. It was meant to be a ‘souvenir of the dead’.
Raidorl was already convinced that the battle would end in victory for him.
“The attributes of the Dáinsleif are not of a ‘curse but a ‘distortion’ of existence – the curse was only one of its forms, wasn’t it?”
Dáinsleif is a cursed holy sword. It can poison, paralyze or petrify the person it strikes.
However, that ability is only part of the Dáinsleif’s capabilities. It is only a secondary effect.
The essence of the jet-black holy sword is to distort the existence of the target, to distort the way it should be.
“The Distortion of Existence…..What is it set to extreme? It is the annihilation of existence itself.”
By distorting the existence of others, they annihilate existence itself.
This is the ability of the holy armor of the Dáinsleif-
【 twilight trickster】.
“Granard, the foolish king who was in charge of protecting the country, but fell into the temptation of a witch……Foolish and pathetic, brother. In front of my holy sword, all things fall into nothingness. Even light is no exception.”
“~Tsu……!”
“That’s why…… brother, you will never beat me again. You are a loser forever.”
“Kuu … Guuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
Granard’s hand clutched at his chest, pierced by a blade of words that even contained pity.
Perhaps he is unable to accept the unreasonable reality that confronts him.
Granard was jealous of his younger brother who was chosen to be the holy sword. He even signed a contract to give away the lives of his people and took possession of a magical sword.
Even so, Raidorl goes further than Granard.
Even the throne that he wanted to defend to the end is about to be taken away.
In the face of such an unreasonable reality, Granard wails with tears of blood.
“It’s pathetic. Honestly. I’m going to end this”
Muttering with heartfelt pity, Raidorl kicked the floor and flew towards his brother.
——————————————————————-
Author’s note:
“Raidorl Seiken Senki” will be released by Ichijinsha Novels on May 1st!
The person in charge of the illustration is Mr. Yuki Fuyu, who is familiar with “How a Realist Hero’s Kingdom Reconstruction”!
We have added more than 20,000 characters, including the extra edition, so even those who have already read the web version will enjoy it!
Reservations have already begun on Amazon, so thank you for your cooperation.
Raidorl is swallowed up by the light and disappears.The rays of light emitted by the magic sword Brionac is a scorching light that scorches the earth and melts iron. There is no way Raidorl could have survived.Kuhahahahahahahahaha! I've won I've finally beaten Raidorl!Amidst the dust of destruction, Granard cries out in joy, confident of absolute victory.Ever since Raidorl was chosen as the holy sword, he has had a complex about his brother.Now, at last, the problem is solved. Granard was elated, as if he had the world in his hands, and his face lit up with joy.I am the hero chosen by the holy sword the true king of this country, and the only king who will eventually stand on top of the world!Well, look at you!Look at me! Look down on me if you can! If only dead men could! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!Granard, still clad in his magic armour, raises his spear-shaped Brionac to the sky.No more threats to his throne from Raidorl. No more nights of nightmares about his brother taking the throne.He has won. Granard had obtained victory and glory!Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.. Ah?He was soaking his head in the afterglow of victory, when an impossible situation occurred before his eyes.The curtain of dust created by the countless light bullets disappeared without a trace.After the dust disappeared, a man was standing there. It was his brother, Raidorl Zain, whom he had killed.It's too early to be celebrating victory. You're impatient.WhatHow did you?Raidorl appeared out from the light, but his body was covered with a jet-black costume.At first glance, the black robe looked like a monk's uniform, but some part of the robe had blood-red patterns engraved on it, and the costume radiated a black aura of misery.It looks like a figure of evil that has risen from hell, and its sinister atmosphere seems to invade the mind of the viewer.The holy armour of the holy sword Dinsleif Holy armour, Hvezlung, The twilight trickster.The one who brings an end to all things and closes all destinies. He is the manifestation of the divinity who controls the curse of destruction and decay.Ha! This is holy armour? This looks more like a witch's servant than anything else! It's a horrible look for me!Raidorl laughed and wielded his Dinsleif, which had been transformed into a greatsword twice its original size.It was like shaking off a winged insect, but in the next instant, all the debris that had been lying around the throne room, including the remains of the destroyed wall, disappeared.Not destroyed, but gone without a trace. It was as if nothing had ever been there in the first place.Wellthat's the end of it then. Let's put an end to this silly sibling rivalry. I'll take back everything you've taken from me. Because I have the power and the right to do so now!Raidorl you..You did this to me. Don't beg for your life now. I hope you, my foolish, weak and unworthy brother, will at least die with grace!Gh..OOOoooooooo!!Raidorl smiled mockingly at him, and Granard snorted, a blue streak appearing on his forehead.How far does this brother of mine have to go to make a fool out of himself?Granard's shoulders shook with rage and he pointed the tip of his spear at Raidorl again.You're my brother, my little brother!Granard's attacks never end. He makes light bullets appear, shoots them, makes them appear, shoots them. And on and on it goes.Hundreds, thousands, uncountable light bullets rush in.Fu~tsuCountless bullets loomed in front of him. Raidorl's response to this was quite simple.He held Dinsleif in his right hand and held it in front of him. This is the only way to get rid of the light bullets that were trying to turn his whole body into a beehive.Eat me, Fenrir the God Wolf.Na~tsu., that's ridiculous! That's impossible!Granard shouted in disbelief at what had just happened.Raidorl did not evade it nor he defended it. The light bullets disappeared without a trace, as if they were melting into the void.By what means is this possible? The holy armor of the Dinsleif what kind of ability does the twilight trickster have as a weapon?I've always been wrong about the real capabilities of the Dinsleif. This is the real power.To his stunned and frozen brother, Raidorl speaks in a quiet tone.Taking the trouble to answer questions that don't need answering as a parting gift. It was meant to be a souvenir of the dead'.Raidorl was already convinced that the battle would end in victory for him.The attributes of the Dinsleif are not of a curse but a distortion' of existence the curse was only one of its forms, wasn't it?Dinsleif is a cursed holy sword. It can poison, paralyze or petrify the person it strikes.However, that ability is only part of the Dinsleif's capabilities. It is only a secondary effect.The essence of the jet-black holy sword is to distort the existence of the target, to distort the way it should be.The Distortion of Existence..What is it set to extreme? It is the annihilation of existence itself.By distorting the existence of others, they annihilate existence itself.This is the ability of the holy armor of the Dinsleif- twilight trickster.Granard, the foolish king who was in charge of protecting the country, but fell into the temptation of a witchFoolish and pathetic, brother. In front of my holy sword, all things fall into nothingness. Even light is no exception.~Tsu!That's why brother, you will never beat me again. You are a loser forever.Kuu Guuuuuuuuuuuuu!Granard's hand clutched at his chest, pierced by a blade of words that even contained pity.Perhaps he is unable to accept the unreasonable reality that confronts him.Granard was jealous of his younger brother who was chosen to be the holy sword. He even signed a contract to give away the lives of his people and took possession of a magical sword.Even so, Raidorl goes further than Granard.Even the throne that he wanted to defend to the end is about to be taken away.In the face of such an unreasonable reality, Granard wails with tears of blood.It's pathetic. Honestly. I'm going to end thisMuttering with heartfelt pity, Raidorl kicked the floor and flew towards his brother.-Author's note:Raidorl Seiken Senki will be released by Ichijinsha Novels on May 1st!The person in charge of the illustration is Mr. Yuki Fuyu, who is familiar with How a Realist Hero's Kingdom Reconstruction!We have added more than 20,000 characters, including the extra edition, so even those who have already read the web version will enjoy it!Reservations have already begun on Amazon, so thank you for your cooperation.
