Raydor Holy Sword War Journal

The fog that appeared around Neferte. What floats up there is a mirror-like Neferte figure.

Dozens of phantoms appeared. The real Neferte is swallowed up by phantoms and fog, and we don't know which one is real anymore.

I tried to sharpen my senses and explore the signs and magic power... but the phantoms were a perfect mix of magical and non-magnetic reactions, and I couldn't tell them apart anymore.

”It's an illusion... it's an interesting ability, but it doesn't lack direct attack power”

Haa!

Raydor calmly watched the opponent's abilities as he slashed at one of the Nefertets around him.

Fufu!

Leaning lightly and avoiding a dagger blow, Raydor slashes Neferte's torso with his returning sword.

Neferte was slashed in two... but soon it became foggy and scattered and disappeared.

”Hmmm... that's a bit of a puzzle.”

"Ha!" "Ha!" "Ha!" "Ha!” ”Haa!”

After the first blow, Neferte slashed one after another.

The surrounding fog reverberated into a wall, and voices were heard from all directions.

"It's quite a dexterous imitation, isn't it?" But... it's fragile. "

Raydor dodges the slashing Nefert attacks, swallows them, and on the contrary, slashes them to extinguish them.

I wasn't lost in my sword blade. It didn't seem to be flirting with countless phantoms that were attacking.

"If there are ten, then there are ten." If there are 100 of you, you can fight with 100 of them. It's pointless for a strong man who has the strength to deal with a thousand people on his own. ”

Even if Nefert were to slash a thousand people, Raydor would be able to dodge the attack. Even if I couldn't tell the difference between real and phantom, it didn't matter if the attack didn't hit.

Other weaknesses to point out are... range attacks.

"Nh...!?"

Raydor held his sword above his head.

Der Innslave, the Holy Sword── in charge of the "Curse." The sword was surrounded by a vortex of aura.

Cursed Swordfighting Technique── Poisonous Dragon's Tail (Needs Heg) !

And the sword flashed.

What was unleashed was a tornado-like slash centered on Raydor.

It was swallowed up by a vortex of pitch-black, and the phantoms of Neferte gathered around it were slashed together.

”HYAAAH!”

A small shadow emerged from the tornado. It's definitely the real Neferte Aterna, who hastened to leave with a rushed face.

Neferte was also the holder of the Holy Sword, so she was resistant to magic and not damaged enough to receive a blade of passion. That said... there was no reason to miss Neferte, who had lost his phantom and was completely naked.

"Yes, I saw it."

"Giggle...!?"

Raydor slashed like a beaten bear coming out of a nest.

The dagger that Neferte had in his hand managed to catch the slash... but he couldn't catch the kick that was released immediately after, so he was eaten and beaten up.

Neferte's tiny body was kicked like a ball and rolled down the ground.

"It was impressive to create a phantom that was indistinguishable even by magic sensing." But... if you don't know where the main body is, let's strike at it. It's only natural to think about it that way. But if the range attack wipes out every phantom, it doesn't make sense. "

"... then what do you want me to do?" Does my phantom mean anything? "

Neferte, rising from the ground, groaned regretfully.

Even though I managed to unleash the power of the Holy Sword, I was denied it. There is a bitterness on his face.

"Illusion is not a means to defeat enemies." It was better to cut them into small pieces that would only disturb the opponent. The decisive attack...... before the opponent realizes how to deal with it accustomed to illusion, they don't have enough kill skills to definitely defeat it. "

"Killing Skill..."

"Don't even say 'Special Attack'. At the very least, it doesn't work on the opponent as much as it can be confused with illusion and stabbed. We should devise a means of attack that can accommodate at least two patterns of close-range and medium-range combat.”

…………

Neferte bit her lips and shut up.

I was doing my best to unleash the power of the Holy Sword that I had just awakened, and it was likely that it would still take some time to apply it.

(Although I was chosen as the Holy Sword... I don't have much sense of battle. It seems to take a long time.)

Raydor, or Ceilia von Alsline, chosen as the Holy Sword of "Thunder", might have come up with a solution or application more quickly.

But... this boy named Neferte Aterna lacked something like the basic battle plan.

(It's not just a matter of age... I'm sure he grew up cherished like a flower, like a butterfly from his parents. He may have the talent to be chosen by the Holy Sword, but he didn't get the chance to hone his talent.)

Raydor was chosen by Der Innslave to be banished to the edge, and he lived his days fighting monsters.

Although Ceilia was cherished as a princess, as a holy sword holder, she followed her father and brother on the back and was educated in talent.

I don't think Neferte would have been given such an opportunity or experience.

I don't know when Neferte was chosen as Mistletine, but it was a lot of overprotection.

(It's like treating you like a baby boy...) I'm afraid it's more like a box than a princess, Celia.

"... I'll make sure you kill your enemies from scratch so you can raise your puppy like a hound." If you don't learn in a month, give up avenging your family. I'll finish everything without you. "

"Geez... that's how it works!" The kingdom of Aterna is mine. Even if we leverage the help of other countries to rebuild our country, we can't leave everything to ourselves...! "

"Then I'll encourage you to die." Even if you're really dead... well, you have to give up then! "

"Nh...!"

"I didn't say the training was over!" Sharpen your nerves! Fill your skin with the air of killing each other! "

Raydor unleashes a sharp slash that strikes at the rising Neferte.

Nefert gnawed at his teeth, and came to the overly strict guidance of the sword-keeper's forefathers.