“Grandpa! Everyone!”
Looking up at the allied positions under attack by the Kingdom Army, Célia screamed.
She doesn’t know where the army who launched the surprise attack came from, but she knows from a distance that their position is about to be taken down.
In the camp, she has her own men who are under her, especially Gracos Barzen, whom she respects like a grandfather.
Célia starts to panic and tries to run towards the hill.
“Your Royal Highness, look out!”
“……?”
There was a sharp voice behind her back. It belonged to an Imperial soldier who had survived the battle. At the same time, a cold, horrible feeling stroked the back of her neck.
When she turned to look, she saw Raidorl with his sword raised, so close that it was frightening.
“It’s not nice to look the other way, it hurts me!”
“Khhh.”
There is no room for interception. She concentrates all her attention on evading.
She leapt backwards on her tangled legs, her body slumping as pain shot up her spine.
“Phew!”
“Kyaa!”
Letting out a short cry of rupture, Raidorl strikes with a slash.
A jet-black sword passes right in front of her face.A moment’s delay in evading it could have decapitated her.
“Lightning!”
Célia has to get back to Barzen position as soon as possible – She’s in such a hurry to get back to the position and thus Célia activates the blessing of the holy sword.
The mithril-armoured body of the Princess disappears and moves backwards a dozen metres in the blink of an eye.
“For today, this game is off! You’ll pay for this one day ……ah?”
“You idiot! I’m not going to let you get away with this!”
She retreated out of Raidorl’s line of sight, but her eyes widened in astonishment at the unexpected sight.
A black disc is approaching in front of her.
No, it was not a disc. It was a sword, spinning at a frightening speed.
And Raidorl in a throwing position behind the sword, which came at Célia like the blade of a guillotine.
“He threw it?! The holy sword!”
That’s absurd. An unreasonable scream went through the confused mind of Célia.
Who in the world would be so foolish as to throw the treasures of God’s creation at his enemies?
Does this man have no respect for legendary weapons?
“Flyyyyyy-Hyeaaaaa!!!”
Without hesitation, Raidorl threw his Dáinsleif and shouted, baring his pointed double teeth.
For Raidorl, the holy sword Dáinsleif was the most reliable partner, but it was also the perpetrator of his life. He has no qualms about throwing it aside in the name of victory.
“Nggguhhh, You basttarrrrrdddd!”
Célia now is not without any resistance.
Although she was taken aback by the unexpected attack, she still tried her best to catch the enemy’s attack.
The instantaneous movement technique – [Instant Lightning] – once used, cannot be used again without a cool time.
The sword in her hand is the only thing that can prevent the blade from spinning into her flesh.
“Khuuh”
Claíomh Solas size is smaller and thinner than the Dáinsleif.
The mass of the spinning Dáinsleif is no more than a lump of steel, and it’s not something she can take head on.
The two holy swords overlapped each other and were sent flying backwards after the collision.
“Haaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”
“He,aaa…..kyaaaa?!”
A shadow falls over Célia’s face as she loses her holy sword. It is, of course, Raidorl who have jumped in with the sun at his back.
Both Raidorl and Célia have lost their holy swords. Without a weapon, Raidorl’s only method of attack was a…………simple flying kick.
Raidorl danced high in the sky and kicked her in the abdomen with the momentum of his run.
“Khaa…”
The mithril armour she wore was not broken by the blow, but it still could not slow down the impact.
Célia’s body bends in a “<” shape and is blown backwards vigorously. She bounces on the ground many times like a ball and finally stops.
Célia, who had been kicked like a doll, collapsed. She did not move at all and seemed to be completely fainted.
“The Imperial Princess Célia Von Althlein. Defeated by the holy sword-bearer Raidorl Zain!”
Raidorl picks up his Dáinsleif, raises it to the sky, and proclaims it high in the sky. The soldiers of the Royal Army cheered loudly.
“Aaa…”
“It can’t be,…..Princess…”
The opposing Imperial soldiers screamed in despair and fell to their knees on the ground.
With their positions lost and their holy sword holders defeated, there was no one left to fight in the Imperial army.
The Kingdom of Zain and the Empire of Alsatian.
The battle between the two holy sword holders ended in victory for the kingdom.
“Grandpa! Everyone!”
Looking up at the allied positions under attack by the Kingdom Army, Célia screamed.
She doesn’t know where the army who launched the surprise attack came from, but she knows from a distance that their position is about to be taken down.
In the camp, she has her own men who are under her, especially Gracos Barzen, whom she respects like a grandfather.
Célia starts to panic and tries to run towards the hill.
“Your Royal Highness, look out!”
“……?”
There was a sharp voice behind her back. It belonged to an Imperial soldier who had survived the battle. At the same time, a cold, horrible feeling stroked the back of her neck.
When she turned to look, she saw Raidorl with his sword raised, so close that it was frightening.
“It’s not nice to look the other way, it hurts me!”
“Khhh.”
There is no room for interception. She concentrates all her attention on evading.
She leapt backwards on her tangled legs, her body slumping as pain shot up her spine.
“Phew!”
“Kyaa!”
Letting out a short cry of rupture, Raidorl strikes with a slash.
A jet-black sword passes right in front of her face.A moment’s delay in evading it could have decapitated her.
“Lightning!”
Célia has to get back to Barzen position as soon as possible – She’s in such a hurry to get back to the position and thus Célia activates the blessing of the holy sword.
The mithril-armoured body of the Princess disappears and moves backwards a dozen metres in the blink of an eye.
“For today, this game is off! You’ll pay for this one day ……ah?”
“You idiot! I’m not going to let you get away with this!”
She retreated out of Raidorl’s line of sight, but her eyes widened in astonishment at the unexpected sight.
A black disc is approaching in front of her.
No, it was not a disc. It was a sword, spinning at a frightening speed.
And Raidorl in a throwing position behind the sword, which came at Célia like the blade of a guillotine.
“He threw it?! The holy sword!”
That’s absurd. An unreasonable scream went through the confused mind of Célia.
Who in the world would be so foolish as to throw the treasures of God’s creation at his enemies?
Does this man have no respect for legendary weapons?
“Flyyyyyy-Hyeaaaaa!!!”
Without hesitation, Raidorl threw his Dáinsleif and shouted, baring his pointed double teeth.
For Raidorl, the holy sword Dáinsleif was the most reliable partner, but it was also the perpetrator of his life. He has no qualms about throwing it aside in the name of victory.
“Nggguhhh, You basttarrrrrdddd!”
Célia now is not without any resistance.
Although she was taken aback by the unexpected attack, she still tried her best to catch the enemy’s attack.
The instantaneous movement technique – [Instant Lightning] – once used, cannot be used again without a cool time.
The sword in her hand is the only thing that can prevent the blade from spinning into her flesh.
“Khuuh”
Claíomh Solas size is smaller and thinner than the Dáinsleif.
The mass of the spinning Dáinsleif is no more than a lump of steel, and it’s not something she can take head on.
The two holy swords overlapped each other and were sent flying backwards after the collision.
“Haaaaaaaaaaaaah!!”
“He,aaa…..kyaaaa?!”
A shadow falls over Célia’s face as she loses her holy sword. It is, of course, Raidorl who have jumped in with the sun at his back.
Both Raidorl and Célia have lost their holy swords. Without a weapon, Raidorl’s only method of attack was a…………simple flying kick.
Raidorl danced high in the sky and kicked her in the abdomen with the momentum of his run.
“Khaa…”
The mithril armour she wore was not broken by the blow, but it still could not slow down the impact.
Célia’s body bends in a “<” shape and is blown backwards vigorously. She bounces on the ground many times like a ball and finally stops.
Célia, who had been kicked like a doll, collapsed. She did not move at all and seemed to be completely fainted.
“The Imperial Princess Célia Von Althlein. Defeated by the holy sword-bearer Raidorl Zain!”
Raidorl picks up his Dáinsleif, raises it to the sky, and proclaims it high in the sky. The soldiers of the Royal Army cheered loudly.
“Aaa…”
“It can’t be,…..Princess…”
The opposing Imperial soldiers screamed in despair and fell to their knees on the ground.
With their positions lost and their holy sword holders defeated, there was no one left to fight in the Imperial army.
The Kingdom of Zain and the Empire of Alsatian.
The battle between the two holy sword holders ended in victory for the kingdom.
