To Be a Power in the Shadows!

"Ah, you, why are you here..."

At the moment of Alexia, who bent the corner, a discerning face appeared.

"Because this is my establishment. I invested in that man. That's all."

A smile full of confidence, with a righteous face on her blonde hair. Dr. Xenon was there.

"Good. I've always wondered if you were crazy about me. I knew you were crazy."

Alexia said as she stepped back, two steps.

There is a staircase behind Zenon. Probably, the way out.

"I guess. I don't care. With your blood."

"I wonder if he always talks about blood and vampire research."

"Maybe something similar for you."

"I don't need an explanation, something I'm not interested in occult"

"I guess."

"I know you do, but the Knights will be here soon. You too."

"End of story? What the hell am I gonna end up with?"

Zenon said with the same grin.

"Deprivation of status and honour, naturally executed. I'll drop you the guillotine blade."

"That won't happen. I'm getting out of the hidden passage with you."

"It's a romantic invitation, but I hate you"

"I'll have you come. With your blood and your research, I'll set myself up for the 12th seat in the Rounds. Farewell to my crappy position as a swordsman."

"Rounds? A bunch of lunatics, maybe?"

"The Chosen Twelve Knights of the Order Nights of Lounds. Status, honor and wealth are unparalleled. I have already been recognized for my strength. All we need later is track record, but it will also be filled with your blood and research."

Xenon laughs with her hands wide open.

"I don't care, but I'm sick of talking about blood loss"

"The truth is Princess Iris was better, but I'll put up with you."

"Kill him."

"Excuse me, you didn't like being compared to your sister."

"... ugh!

Alexia's impatient blow signaled the start of the fight.

It approaches Zenon's neck in a straight line,

"Horrible, horrible"

Xenon bounces back on the brink.

And I'll also take Alexia's pursuit that follows.

Two swords collide and scatter sparks over and over in the air.

The temples were mutually pleasing if you only saw the two swords dancing in the universe.

But the two sword-managing expressions contrast.

Alexia is rude and Zenon has an extra laugh.

After all, it was Alexia who hated it.

She smacks her tongue small and removes the intermission.

"After a while, you started using cheap swords."

At the end of Zenon's gaze is Alexia's sword. Alexia also looked at it with a bitter look. Not long after the battle began, there were already countless blade spills on Alexia's sword.

"You say masters don't choose swords."

Alexia strengthens with a hard look.

"I see. If you're a master, you are."

Xenon snorted.

"But you are an ordinary man. That's my swordsmanship guide.

Alexia's face was visibly distorted.

For a moment, I'm going to cry out, and be angry as if to undo it.

"Then watch. Are you sure I'm normal or not?"

And set it up with temper.

Alexia knew. That you can't beat Xenon by fighting normally on your own merits. Besides, this time the score is a cheap sword, I won't keep it that long.

But Alexia hasn't vaguely waved her sword every day. I have made an effort to understand what is missing from me to target my sister and fill it in. And I've seen my sister's sword closer than anyone.

Alexia had already been able to imagine her sister's sword without the madness of dimensions.

Then it's easy to shake it.

"Haaaaaaaa!!

The sword was exactly reminiscent of Princess Iris.

"Huh...!

The first time a grin disappeared from Xenon's face.

There is also magic caged in the sword you accept.

The two swords hit hard, and they could play each other.

Mutual...... no.

Is it just Alexia?

There was a muscle of red line engraved on Xenon's cheek.

Xenon wiped his cheeks with a stunned look and confirmed his blood.

"Surprised."

That was a word that contained nothing.

"I didn't think you were hiding something like this."

Xenon looks at his palms at the angle, as if to ascertain the colour of his blood.

"I'll make you regret what you did to me."

"Cuckoo."

But Xenon laughed.

"I'm sure I was surprised, but what I'm reading is monkey imitation. It's not far from real."

Xenon shakes his head.

"You're gonna tell me."

"Because of this, let's get a little serious"

That said, Xenon lays down his sword.

"... ugh!

The air has changed.

Zenon's wrapped magic changed the quality more sharply and intensively.

"Let me tell you one thing. I've never been serious in front of an outsider before. The sword that I'm about to show you is my sword in earnest, the sword of the next Rounds."

And the atmosphere shook.

"Oh no..."

Different stature.

Zenon's sword was just as powerful a blow Alexia had never seen before.

There was a difference between genius and ordinary man, to the point of despair.

That, or maybe even comparable to her sister.

Alexia had no way of preventing that blade, which approached with overwhelming sword pressure.

It was just a reflective move stained with years of training.

There was no shock.

The sword and sword collided, just smashed.

Alexia's sword was unilaterally smashed, shattered and scattered.

I felt Alexia watching that sparkling piece of mythrill from somewhere far away.

Somewhere far away.

The distant memory of my childhood, when I couldn't help but enjoy waving my sword, resurrected behind Alexia's brain.

I always had a sister next to Alexia.

That's a distant memory I should have forgotten a long time ago.

"You can't be like my sister."

A glimmer of tears came from Alexia's eyes.

"I'll have you come with me."

A sword fell out of its hand that was only patterned.

I heard a dry noise.

At that time.

Cutlets, cutlets, and.

A sound sounded from the stairs behind Xenon.

Cuts, cuts, cuts, and.

Someone comes down the stairs.

Cuts, cuts, cuts, cuts.

And the sound stopped there......

There was a man wearing a long coat of pitch black.