Chapter 201: Rising Stars
Translated by SoundDestiny
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The army of undead that invaded the Kingdom of Zain has been exterminated.
However, this does not an that the problem has been solved. On the contrary, the more accurately they understand the situation, the more they see how bad the situation is.
Refugees born of the loss of their villages and towns. Cleaning up the mass of bodies left behind. Repairing destroyed forts.
The undead raids left many scars, but the biggest problem was that the mountain range separating the border with the Kingdom of Athena was broken and a road needed to be created.
How much magic does it take to make such a miracle happen? The mountain range that used to divide the country is now beautifully divided into left and right.
Although half of the Four Horsen of the Apocalypse have been defeated, Osman the Earth Witch is still alive and well. There is no telling when the undead will invade the open road.
Raidorl was forced to stay in the western part of the country after the battle, instead of returning to the palace.
Fortunately, Sven, who had stayed behind to take care of the affairs of state, was doing so without a hitch. Angelica stood by him and kept the nobles in check.
And it is an unexpected good fortune that Neferte Athena, who was staying in the Kingdom of Zain as a guest, has awakened as the holder of the Holy Sword. The Kingdom of Zain was fortunate to have a second keeper of the Holy Sword.
The holy sword of Water: Mistilteinn.
The water of glamour. The holy sword that presides over the mists of illusion, unbeknownst to Neferte, was in his possession.
Neferte does not know what King Athena’s intentions were in entrusting his son with the holy sword, and even preparing a fake to conceal its existence.
But the power of the holy sword is the best thing that could have happened to him in his fight against the Osman’s army.
“However, it’s a bit much to ask a newborn holy sword holder to fight witches and apostles, isn’t it?”
“Ha,ha..Ha…”
In front of Raidorl, who speaks in a sarcastic voice, Neferte is breathing hard, his shoulders rising and falling.
The place where they reside is one of the towns in the western border region. It was a provincial town called Aurant. The town, whose inhabitants were displaced by the arrival of the undead, has beco a frontline base for the fight against the undead.
Raidorl and Neferte: the two holy sword holders were also in town and were currently engaged in a mock battle in the central square of the town.
Why two royals? The reason why the two holy sword holders are fighting face to face is to assess the ability of Neferte, who has just awakened as the owner of a holy sword, and to train him as the forerunner of the holy sword holders.
“The holder of the Holy Sword is the natural enemy of witches. It is the only weapon capable of defeating and destroying the ssenger of destruction. But even if the hawk is the natural enemy of the serpent, no serpent fears a newborn baby bird. His Royal Highness Neferte Athena, you have to master the sacred sword to the extent that you can at least fight their “Apostle”.
“Ha….Ha…I know, I know. Of course I know…….”
Breathing hard, Neferte responds to Raidorl’s words.
In Raidorl’s hand is a Dáinsleif. In Neferte’s hand is a Mistilteinn.
Thirty minutes have already passed since the start of the mock battle, but the fight has beco one-sided. That is to say, Raidorl is beating Neferte unilaterally.
It’s not as if Neferte was standing on a blade and slashing at his body. Even so, Neferte seed to be quite exhausted after being repeatedly attacked with sword belly strikes and cursed miasma.
Physical ability that Raidorl wouldn’t expect from a child. Neferte had the strength to swing a big sword freely, but he was no match for Raidorl.
It is not only that there is a difference in sword skills and practical experience. Neferte is unable to draw out the power of the holy sword Mistilteinn to its fullest.
“It seems that His Royal Highness Neferte is still unable to draw the power of the holy sword from his own will. Listen more carefully. Listen to the voice of the Holy Sword.”
“Well, that’s a bit vague, isn’t it? I’ve been carrying a dagger for a long ti, but I’ve never heard a voice until the other day. Can you tell more clearly?”
“It’s not sothing that can be explained in words. Maybe…there isn’t a sense of crisis?”
“……!”
The chill that stroked his spine caused Neferte to jump back in panic.
Dáinsleif is slamd into the space where the boy was. If Neferte had been a little slow to avoid it, he would have been cut down.
“From here on, let slay you with the intention of killing you, shall I? It’s the sa situation as when we fought the Osman’s Apostle. We may be able to draw on the power of the Holy Sword if our lives are in danger.”
“Wha….Isn’t that a bit harsh?”
“We can stop if you want. But you won’t be counted in the war against Osman. You’ll have to stay here as an observer.”
“………..!”
Neferte’s breath caught in his throat at the cold words.
Raidorl was planning to invade Athena as soon as his army was ready.
With the defensive mountain range now open, there is no telling when Osman will send her undeads.
But the fact that the road is open ans that the Zain Kingdom can send troops in from the other side.
The decision was made to invade the kingdom of Athena and defeat the threat of witches.
“If we are going to launch a counter invasion, I don’t want to wait too long. The longer we wait to counterattack, the longer it will take for Osman to recover her magic.”
The great earthquake that occurred imdiately after the [Resurrection of the Witches] and a series of large-scale magical use, including the breaking of mountain ranges and the creation of undead pathways, has certainly exhausted Osman’s magical resources.
“Once I have reorganised my forces, which have been depleted by the previous battle, I will march towards the capital of Athena. The ti fra is about a month. If His Highness Neferte can’t make it until then, I’ll leave you behind. I’m not going to let you take part in the fight to reclaim your holand.”
“……….”
Neferte remains silent as he receives a sentence that seems to cut him with a blade.
But…..a change in him has been noticeable. His eyes that had been so vulnerable to the overwhelming difference in power just a mont ago were now filled with the fire of a strong will.
“Fu…..”
Neferte breathed out quietly, catching his breath.
His eyes are vacant, as if he does not know where he is looking. The expression disappears through deep ntal concentration.
“Hou….”
Raidorl narrowed his eyes slightly.
Neferte stands with a blank expression on his face. The dagger in his right hand produces a vague haze.
A shimring vapour spreads over Neferte, eventually enveloping the area in a mist.
“The water of envy. The Mists of Illusion…..the realm of the holy sword Mistilteinn.”
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Raidorl? raises the edge of his mouth slightly and licks his lips.
This is where the real battle begins. Raidorl grabbed Dáinsleif and watched Neferte’s changing appearance.
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