Kuuooo!
The mont Uden heard the distant dragon’s roar, she imdiately braced herself for the tremor that was about to co.
This was definitely Dragon’s Breath.
The strongest species on the earth.
The most powerful beast that had once been worshiped as a god.
Having worked as a rcenary and faced dragons before, Uden could imdiately predict what was going to happen just from the sound, and her prediction ca true.
The ground trembled. Vibrations that started deep within the earth tornted the land and shook the feet of those standing on it.
As the sudden earthquake destabilized everyone’s footing, Uden saw a few openings to strike, but instead of swinging her sword, she took a step back.
The others behind her were in the sa situation, losing their balance as well.
Hmm. From the way the followers of the evil god seem to be flustered, it doesn’t seem like they’re the ones causing this.
Did sothing change?
Wondering what was happening, Uden thought about the brash little brat who had brought her here.
She had just sneaked off sowhere, and now it seed like she was up to sothing.
But if she was planning to do sothing in secret, couldn’t she do it quietly? What’s the point of causing such a ruckus?
“Lady Partan. Are you still there?”
I don’t know what she plans to do yet, but if even Frete trusts her, I guess I’ll help.
Uden was thinking that if more ti was needed, she’d just swing her sword, but Joy’s answer was different.
She paused for a mont before urgently speaking.
“Sword Saint. Could you disrupt the concentration of the one imitating the magic director?”
“Do you think that will solve the problem?”
“Yes.”
The mont the ground trembled, Joy felt her magic begin to reassemble.
The way the one imitating the magic director was interfering with her magic was not as refined as the real director’s thods.
So, if her concentration were interrupted, she’d be able to manifest her magic. As Joy confird this, she nodded, and Uden shrugged her shoulders.
“If that’s the case, it’s easy.”
“If you’re going to make plans, shouldn’t you whisper a bit more? We also have ears, you know.”
The one imitating Luca spoke playfully, but Uden just smiled.
“So?”
“Huh?”
“What will you do with what you know?”
Knowing what the enemy will do is certainly an advantage.
However, if the gap between you and the enemy is imnse, then the advantage of knowledge is worthless.
Just because you know lightning is going to strike, can you stop it?
Just because you know a tidal wave will engulf the land, what can a re human do about it?
Just because a human knows death is coming for them, can they escape their fate?
“Do you think the position of Sword Saint is just a joke?”
With a light laugh, Uden raised her sword, and the one imitating Luca imdiately sensed the approaching death.
He didn’t know why.
He couldn’t answer if asked what he was afraid of.
Even if he thought about it himself, he couldn’t find the answer.
But one thing was certain: the mont that sword ca down from above...
The simple action that anyone, even a child holding a wooden sword, could perform...
The mont that happened, his head would fall to the ground, just like an executioner’s axe coming down.
If he had predicted his own death, he should have done sothing to avoid it, but the one imitating Luca could do nothing.
Even imagining swinging his sword.
Even imagining running away.
Even imagining throwing himself on the floor.
Even imagining using his comrades as shields.
The sword relentlessly followed him, severing his head.
In the end, the only thing the one imitating Luca could do was watch as his own neck was struck by the sword.
He died.
He died.
So easily.
Without accomplishing anything.
Without even seeing the evil god’s return to the world.
In the hell that was to co, while dreaming of ruling alone...
He died.
“Oh wow. Impressive. Is this the noble daughter of the Partan family?”
The person who had involuntarily shut their eyes opened them after hearing Uden’s calm voice.
At first, the man felt relief that he had survived.
Then he realized that his thoughts had diverged from Luca, the madman, and hastily looked around.
Finally, he confird with horror that the others had also escaped the influence of the Void’s power.
“Thanks to you, Sword Saint. If you hadn’t drawn their attention, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything.”
“I appreciate that. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting anything.”
“…Huh?”
Uden, hearing Joy’s confused voice, stepped forward.
At this mont, everything blocking Uden’s senses disappeared.
Now, she could clearly see the followers of the evil god and the children they had surrounded.
Now, only one thing remained.
To swing her sword.
To show them the place where her allies would stand.
One strike of the sword, and one head falls.
Another strike, and one body crumbles.
And in the end, the only one left was the man who had been imitating Luca, now waiting for his death with a pitiful face.
“Now, my friend. I have a few questions for you.”
“Kill ! No matter what tricks you play, I won’t answer you!”
“Hah. You’re mistaken. Just because you wish for death doesn’t an you’re deserving of it. You have no right to die. You’re a piece of trash who follows the evil god.”
With a sinister laugh, Uden approached the man, removed the child bound to him, and kicked the man’s body, sending him crashing to the floor.
“Lady Partan. Saint. Would you mind looking away for a mont? It’s not exactly a pleasant sight.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m used to it. Sadly.”
“...I’m not used to it like Faybi, but... it’s fine. After all, you’re the noble daughter of the Partan family.”
“Then, I understand.”
With strength in her grip, Uden raised her sword, and before long, the man’s screams echoed throughout the room.
“What is this place?”
“It’s the trace left by that pathetic virgin wizard who stayed here. Doesn’t it sll of virginity everywhere?”
“…What’s this ‘virgin sll’?”
Well, I’m not sure either, since it ca from a sugaki skill, but I guess it’s sothing like the sll of night-blooming flowers?
Thinking this, I shrugged and walked through the collapsed wall.
‘Do you feel sothing?’
Grandfather’s words, just from seeing the carvings on the hallway, seed to carry a bit of nostalgia.
‘Don’t you think you have a rough idea, considering the evil god’s followers are desperately attacking?’
‘Yes. You’re right. Specifically, the fragnt of Agra is sealed here.’
Agra, who had beco the focal point of the evil gods, possessed imnse power, capable of standing in opposition to the Sun God Aramadi.
Among the dozens of gods, Agra was an overwhelming monster.
Sealing such a being couldn’t be the sa as sealing other evil gods.
Even if they were defeated after a long and hard battle, the power Agra contained wouldn’t just disappear.
‘Grandfather and the other heroes chose to seal away Agra’s power instead.’
The heroes had won against the evil gods, but that victory was never ant to be eternal.
Realizing this, the heroes chose to delay the worst possible outco instead of gambling everything.
They decided to tear apart the evil god’s power with the help of the Sun God and seal it in different places.
‘This place is one of those.’
In the end, their decision was the right one. Agra, whose power had been torn apart, still hadn’t regained its full strength.
And it would never regain its full power.
As long as the seal on Soul Academy doesn’t break, and as long as I remain here, Agra’s only option would be to send ssages, like a keyboard warrior, and show how pathetic it is.
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