Everyone on the spot felt the atmosphere as if the surrounding sound had disappeared and disappeared, filling the air arena.
One weapon can be brought onto the stage as one of the rules of your previous game. A swordsman who carries a pale straight knife and makes long white hair dance in the wind, his standing behavior is attracted to those who first saw her, without exception, and his consciousness is drawn as if those who originally knew him were swallowed by the atmosphere.
"What... is that...?
And those who had not seen a woman in eleven years did not change it… or did the trick make her look that way, only to be more proud of her beauty and youthfulness than she used to be.
That includes Alice, the emperor and chief knights around her, the Chancellor to the court head mage, and at the end of the day even her parents and brothers.
Alice remembers once, indeed, torturing him to make him look innocuous. Even so, Shirley's appearance, reflected over the stage by far-sighted magic, is more than when he envied her beauty.
"Well, when I went to the store today, my skin and hair were back in pretty condition before I was imprisoned. Come on!
The words of a man who was a torturer resuscitate behind his brain. I thought it was just a ridiculous paranoia then, but now I understand that the word is true.
The woman, who was currently supposed to be thirty for what means she used, appeared before Alice again in more than her inner jealous beauty as a girl, but what about herself?
I have pride in not being particularly inferior. However, for the first time in a long time, Alice realized that the flames of jealousy were gushing up in her heart, compared to the appearance that she could see that she did age due to more than a decade (or so) and the corresponding complexion of a teenager without makeup that she could tell from over the video.
(That can't be... I'm sure you're just deluding me with magic or something! There's the Golden Witch over there...!
But whatever the truth is, Alice runs away from reality when she can't rationally admit that Shirley is better at beauty than she is.
But deep consciousness made sense. That is not the youthfulness and beauty that can be reproduced in the lineage of the Algrey family, that is what is impossible to reproduce without receiving even the favor of God.
…………
"…… Dear Alberto."
"Huh!? What's wrong, Alice?
In that evidence, I have made Alberto, who was so feverish on himself, fall in love with his surroundings, the beautiful men, just on the outside.
"Heh, heh. It's been a while since I've seen you, but you have really tough hair and eyes.... Well, I do have a good face '
'Look at that... that manly body.... On the dawn of victory, could you give it to His Majesty?
Even from a slightly distant seat, leading aristocrats supporting Alberto and Alice are turning their eyes to Shirley with disdain but full of beast.
They looked familiar. Alice is not only a beautiful man, she has worked with many nobles to support her, but some of them did not have a passion.
From the content and gaze of the conversation, I guess you prefer a busty chest like Shirley and a supple limb that accentuates it... often the opposite of Alice's shape, which is small, or worse yet low in height and lacking in irregularities.
(Not yet......! Eleven years later and yet...!
Before coming to this audience, Alice also applauded the emotions in her chest when she saw the twins who strongly inherited Shirley's shadow.
Live in a family that is kind to you. Alice was supposed to be more blessed than Shirley in every sense. But the appearance, the qualities, the desire to attract people only by words without using the body, and my son, who is confused with an angel... are all things that Alice hasn't gotten, even if she wants them.
Like the chair where Alberto is sitting, the crystal at the end of his elbow… I feel strongly the presence of a magic device that activates the trap laid in the arena.
Those who pointed out that their eyes, which were usually full of confidence, were cloudy as a hedron, were not there.
The Guardian Sword Princess stands in the arena with a treasure sword. Relatively is The White Sword Ghost boasted by the Alliance of Adventurers...... For Lumigliana, The Sword Princess.
It would be the view of the Empire as to how far Shirley, who is held up among the savage adventurers, can eat down against Lumigliana, who is the strongest in the world.
(What's this all about? I can't really ask what my strength is)
But in the meantime, Lumigliana at the time was baffled. When you become a master, you can perceive the strength of an adversary with a slight act of standing.
Lumigliana, who is an undisputed genius and has reached the realm of masters, can do the same thing with a pale straight knife… The figure nestled in an unorganized (swollen) position with the tip of an igallima pointing to the stone floor, seemed like a mere amateur and an unmolded samurai, and she felt something that she could not possess in her heart.
"... Lord Shirley. I never thought I would compete with you in this way, but it was a good opportunity for me not to wish for it. We can't help each other, but let's fight each other all we can."
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No reply. However, the pale cut moved slightly.
"From this, then, under the proxy of the Mother Sky Goddess, the two martial arts are used to determine the female male. … Both sides, stand by."
The next thing the Cardinal, standing on the bench, releases signals the showdown. Shirley and Lumigliana re-hold each other's swords.
"……… Begin!
Surprisingly, there was no hand reading.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!
Lumigliana stepped on the stone floor with fierceness and packed the distance at explosive speeds. The immature one couldn't catch his eye on its speed, and he would have thought that the swept out flash had torn Shirley's torso apart.
"... na"
But blood never erupted. On the contrary, there is no scratch on the clothes. Lumigliana turns her gaze to a lighter sword than ever (...) and realizes that her familiar body is missing.
Then, the sound of something piercing the stone floor breaks the silence. Only some strong men, including Canaries and Asterios, first recognized that their identity was the blade of a lost treasure sword.
"!?
Lumigliana jumps back in a hurry.
It was dimensioned. He was dimensioned a treasure sword from his roots, as if to slash a standing tree, a flash of his whole body, his full strength from the head.
I recognized that it was a sword technique that transcended people's reason. The first must win, a flash of intent to poke the opponent's gap, but Shirley said he could chop his whole body off if he wanted to.
(What a speed............! So!)
The inherited curse is bad to give up anyway. It was made to understand that it was overwhelming in sword moves, but you still understand that you didn't lose the game, Lumigliana pours magic into the treasure sword that just became the pattern.
Then, surprisingly, stone floors and pierced bodies converged into particles, forming the shape of a sword again.
"Are you still a demon weapon?"
"Yes... a treasure sword passed down to my house from generation to generation!
blade trajectory as if it were going to spin a spin outside of the intermission. At the next moment, a small tornado winding up the stones and sand is imminent as it chops up Shirley.
A flash of straight sword from bottom to top without changing his expression in particular. Two slashes flew in this time: vertically super-compressed water and flames, so as to break through the broken and misty wind.
"……… Hmm."
"Kuh!?
If touched, he will dimension the fleshbone, and Shirley will not be frightened even before the slaughter to be burned out, but will instantly scratch down and fill in the intermission.
Lumigliana manages to take a flash that leaves no shadow or sound behind. Shirley tries to push her in as she presses, but she realizes that she is charged. No, she opens the door instantly.
A severe electric shock that is delayed and scattered around Lumigliana. If Shirley had eaten properly, far from carbiding lightning to his brain in an instant like the Dragon King, but could not be said to have excellent physical endurance, he would have been defeated by an instant's inability to move.
"The sword passed down to the Legnard family… Now I remember, you've heard that there is such a thing"
If the five attributes are extreme, we can handle all situations. Such tactical theory was said to have existed in the old days when the curse developed, but it does not change to be a powerful method of warfare even in the modern days when witchcraft developed.
It is that treasure sword that embodies such tactical theory… The Command of the Five Won (Clarent).
Originally symbolic of the authority of the Empire, it was given to a certain knight in the world of war, from which the Marquis Legnard family was said to have been born.
The blade consists of the magic of the local attributes, and is as strong as it is infused with magic. It is a broken weapon that can unleash the attribute attack as the holder imagines.
A powerful demon weapon in addition to his innate genius... it wouldn't be strange to reach S-rank if he likened it to the rank of Adventurer. If you look at the title alone, there's no reason you can beat B-rank adventurer Shirley, and those who don't know the real situation thought so.
"So?"
"Ahhh!?
Avoid the swirling flames, the rough winds, the backwinding water currents, the bursting rock swords, and the bursting electric shock with one physical skill, and again take yourself into the intermission.
A continuous sword strikes Lumigliana without stopping in the eye as if it had split. With her eyes dazzled by a continuous splash of sparks all dazzled, the sword princess could only shield the treasure sword.
"... is too fast to see anything?
"Mm…… also to the right"
"I thought I could see Atashi from afar... but honestly, I don't know what I'm doing."
Sophie, Tio, and the three new American adventurers in the audience on the Kingdom's side could not comprehend the full story, even though they saw the Divine Speed Sword Trident in the Long Range played out in the arena.
From the side, it only appears that the entire arena is littered with five-attribute attacks and sparks at a remarkable speed, and the two figures at the heart cannot be captured with their eyes.
"Mr. Asterios... do you know what those two are fighting for?
"Yep. Even so, the two of them live by their swords... even if we are caught moving, we can't even understand the technique."
They rarely look like they're slashing each other, but in fact, they have an extremely advanced offense. That's also in the form of putting an S-rank equivalent swordsman on the defensive side.
This divine match, the rules really put Shirley at a disadvantage. Is there one weapon, is the use of magic free, is the condition of victory or defeat surrendered or incapable of combat?
And the neck is that there is only one weapon available. Shirley specializes in the magical creation of prototypes of weapons in different spaces and fights as if he were throwing away his sword.
What you are using is magic, but more weapons. Saying that if he persisted in pointing out this point, it would be a hassle later, Shirley sealed one of his own methods of warfare, relative to the sword princess of all.
But still, the White Sword Ghost was overwhelming. Lumigliana takes a distance anyway and tows them in a ranged attack, but they don't even plunder all of them and are immediately packed in time to force them to defend themselves against the war.
Indeed, Lumigliana is strong. Even the Dragon King has set up a battle defense against Shirley, who slaughters him alone, even though he will soon be pushed off.
But more than that, I have to think Shirley's strength is freaking out.
(I just realized that apparently the enemy was not the only Knight Princess. Sounds like the Witch Hall has noticed it too.)
The nobles and surrounding men, including the Imperial Knights who fly wild to the stage, say what time they intend to spend like adventurers. Only the two of them began to notice Shirley's anomaly on the side of the Empire, which had not been captured by the war.
(Duh, what's going on!? Even if the trap is activated, the movement does not appear to be slow...! Alice, what about you?
(Yes, you can't! This is the same thing......!
The emperor and his wife whispering at each other with hissocks. I have activated a hidden trap underneath the stage to disrupt Shirley and gain a definitive victory, but I understood with instinct that there was just a vague cause for Shirley to the mysterious phenomenon that all of it ends up somehow underdeveloped.
There is no point in being enlightened by the judgment that there is an anomaly. With so many magical traps that magic detections are so long hidden that they don't make visible changes, the Aerial Arena has colored many well-made matches in the favor of the powerful.
Effects vary, such as temporarily gluing the back of the shoe with the floor, paralyzing the whole body, eliminating the coefficient of friction, but all of them did not make sense.
- Behold, Shirley. Apparently, there are quite a few traps in that arena, huh?
- Yeah, I see it. Apparently, it's not going to be square.
But in front of the mightiest witch and the owner of the alien who sees through everything, such plots are as naked as they are.
Traps could also be eliminated in advance. But the reason I didn't is very simple... there's nothing wrong with dealing with Lumigliana in an arena full of traps.
An adventurer is one who constantly treads through a crisis. Shirley is disabling a trap while fighting a first-class magic knight named Lumigliana.
If it is captured with its eyes, the stunt of a sword ghost who even singles out concepts and curses that are inherently colorless and shapeless. Identify the disturbing flow of magic flowing on the scaffold, wave your sword faster than the divine speed that won't even enlighten your opponent, and cut off the effectiveness of the trap.
The measures, technology and performance are overwhelming forces that can be twisted from the front. When he realized that he existed, Alberto, Alice, and his opponent, Lumigliana, were able to capture the shadow of what they were fighting for the first time.
(It's like a mountain... a giant monster like a mountain...!
The more such a phantom can be seen, this white swordsman deviates from man's reason. But she is a knight. The curse has nothing to do with this. It must always be a victory.
"Now...... what do you say AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!
With the help of a gushing gust of wind, he retreats, and the magic of a quick throw spreads through his sword to his surroundings. Then three hundred and sixty degrees, as if no gaps were found in density, fist showers and debris were created from the atmosphere and the floor.
There are similar sorceries that fire stone and ice bullets with the power of wearing rocks. What Lumigliana activated was to unleash a simultaneous attack with no escape while retaining its power.
No matter how many users of out-of-consciousness physical skills, there is always a gap in how to respond if there is no room to do so. Unchanted juxtaposition to prevent it for sure, but if you activate it, you're going to knock a blow of maximum power into that gap.
Lumigliana realized that her heart greedily desires victory, not reason, in front of the mighty enemy that smashed the chronic heart of the girl who had stood at the top of a country at the young age of seventeen.
(... I want to win!
I was ashamed in my heart, but only for this moment, I forgot anything but the swordsman in front of me. In response to that fighting spirit, a bullet was fired at the center simultaneously that also decided on a domed rock.
Deadly sorcery if eaten properly. The cry of my beloved daughter heard from the audience. Shirley unleashes the true value hidden in her love knife, one end of it.
"Fallen the stars," The Ethereal Wall of Nations (Igalima) "
Wingless objects fly far apart because of the speed with which they travel. The ability of a pale demon sword with a name that means the protection of the country is to force zero speeds of non-living flying objects.
Hundred to zero. The shoals and debris, which suddenly lost speed, followed gravity and rolled to the stone floor without force.
"Oh, no..."
Even one of my hands was eaten uncomfortably. Sharley, sharply more acute in her movements, entered Lumigliana's nostalgia at a rate that seemed to have moved momentarily, so as to poke less than that instantaneous upset.
"Shh!?
"It's late."
The story suddenly changes, but for Alberto, Imperial Castle is a symbol of his own authority and glory. I was proud to be at the top of the empire by sitting on the throne of that castle, and I was filled with memories that it was also a home where I spent my honeymoon with my beloved wife.
And the castle is a very important place for Alice, although her husband and I have a slightly different direction. Dresses and jewels made just for you, a garden of flowers and incense just for you, a symbol of authority just for you... where everything has been packed since you became the Crown Princess to this day.
That is why now they… No, only a very small part of them could tolerate the sight that all those in the imperial capital would see as reality.
"Kuhahahahahaha! Rest assured, all the creatures inside and around the castle were evacuated by concubine space magic! This will eliminate the problem of human damage!
The witch laughs.
How many people in the world will accept the sight of a giant castle that will inform the emperor of his glory, broken into horizontal letters, and floating high in heaven by the wind pressure that has arisen in doing so?
And who can imagine that the Holocaust, which is reminiscent of that divine punishment, is not an unidentified natural disaster or something, but just a sword move by just one swordsman?
"Hey, what the hell is this? Awwwwwwwww!?
"Wah, my castle...... my dress...... my jewels aaaaaaaaaaa!?
Shirley swung from the side to the horizontal giraffe, indeed passing through Lumigliana's torso. But mysteriously, there was no injury to the Lady Knight, but only a consciousness visualized by alien powers and a giant castle that existed on the trajectory drawn by the Straight Knife.
Beginning with an extra-scientific move I learned from the idea of what to do when my daughter is held hostage. Assuming there was a blackmailer strangling his daughter, he knitted a secret sword just to kill the blackmailer without scratching one on his daughter.
Polar of swords created by rare talents and proprietary theories, and love for their daughters. The Shadow of the Sword Ghost, who only breaks what is to be slaughtered, is hereby opened.
"... I can't believe there was a swordsman who could make a castle in two... the world was huge..."
At this time, Lumigliana understood that she was mistaken in her uninterrupted consciousness. The bearer of this divine skill can't have the adorable title of a princess or something, that it is the title of a ghost who cleaves everything that stands in his way.
"You were a Sword Ghost, not a Sword Princess... burning all kinds of misguided confrontation... like an idiot..."
"I don't know what you're talking about... I don't know who put it on. I'm not interested in aliases, so I don't care what you think"
"... haha... different vessels (that sort of thing) but... I feel like I lost something..."
Lumigliana repeatedly mocks herself. The arrogance he held within him unknowingly was crushed and soiled with pride. I'm glad I lost as a result, but I can't apologize for the philia to protect if I lose unexpectedly after being shown this overwhelming difference as well.
But at the same time, it was clear. I thought I was at the top of my head, but I thought I could still be strong.
"Besides... you've been a little off the hook…………?
……
Shirley didn't answer, but that was synonymous with affirmation. Even during the battle, he wondered, but Shirley let Lumigliana dance in the palm of his hand, even though he had many chances to decide the battle before stabbing this stop.
All because they are not interrupted in breaking up the castle. To put Lumigliana on the extension of the castle and cut the castle at the same time as the settlement.
"……… I also had something to cut off."
Vengeance stopped. But the smoking flames in the back of his chest still existed. Shirley looks at the upper part of the castle and thinks that she lost the power to wind it up and started falling, saying that she was right to ride the Canary's mouthpiece.
"My years of depression cleared up and I'm personally refreshed."
"Like slaughtering a castle with worry..."
The monster...... and the words of praise, awe and remorse never came out of his mouth, almost at the same time that Lumigliana, intact and unconscious, fell to the floor, was crushed by the falling upper part, and the Imperial Castle collapsed completely with the roar and the sound of the ground.